Charles Bukowski - American author
OK, Danny Mac inspired this one, but my own self-loathing has made this "not-even-a-prospect" introduce this thread.
If you need to get it "up and out" instead of doing something stupid, post it here. If you decide to put it in a poem, you thought way too fucking much... This is for raw material only and any member who is not interested can skip this thread like a prostitute with a needle hanging from her/his arm.
I have never had a conversation with MJP, but I have been working on the mighty World Wide Web since 1994. Despite the 20 years of experience I have, every day is like Ground Hog Day with the same stupid shit happening every fucking hour. I am not expecting everyone to understand this particular occupation -- it could be anything in Corporate America. I'll put it this way: I read that Dilbert cartoon for years while riding the train to work and didn't understand why it was funny... The day I laughed out loud on that same train while reading it should have been the first sign I was completely fucked.
Anyway, back to the point of this thread: Instead of writing my boss the statement below, I should have posted it here first to get it up and out:
"Rather than deal with this bullshit from dusk to dawn, I would rather find some $20,000 house in the middle of nowhere and sustain myself on crackers and a rabbit farm until death comes for me."
OK, I have not heard back, but she's a fairly normal boss, so I think I'm good for now. But I really need to have a place like this to get it out first...
If you need to get it "up and out" instead of doing something stupid, post it here. If you decide to put it in a poem, you thought way too fucking much... This is for raw material only and any member who is not interested can skip this thread like a prostitute with a needle hanging from her/his arm.
I have never had a conversation with MJP, but I have been working on the mighty World Wide Web since 1994. Despite the 20 years of experience I have, every day is like Ground Hog Day with the same stupid shit happening every fucking hour. I am not expecting everyone to understand this particular occupation -- it could be anything in Corporate America. I'll put it this way: I read that Dilbert cartoon for years while riding the train to work and didn't understand why it was funny... The day I laughed out loud on that same train while reading it should have been the first sign I was completely fucked.
Anyway, back to the point of this thread: Instead of writing my boss the statement below, I should have posted it here first to get it up and out:
"Rather than deal with this bullshit from dusk to dawn, I would rather find some $20,000 house in the middle of nowhere and sustain myself on crackers and a rabbit farm until death comes for me."
OK, I have not heard back, but she's a fairly normal boss, so I think I'm good for now. But I really need to have a place like this to get it out first...