Fate's Bitch...
I paid last night. Paid big time! So prior to last night, although my job in general sucks ass, I had a relatively decent week. Long, boring, uneventful evenings, that is how I like it. Remember, this is just a job to me and I am marking time till I get something I want to do. So, last night I paid in spades for the Friday night fucking I got.
Fate, such a lovely lady, she has a sense of humor up there with God. Probably because they work hand in hand. Fate came to fuck me last night and she had a massive wooden, splintery strap-on that she used on me. I didn’t even get lube. I was Fate’s Bitch, sort of like Michael Jackson in San Quentin. I was MJ and she was this 500lb burly bald dude who was going to fuck me because he can. She bent me over and rammed that strap-on right up my ass. She was probably laughing the whole time. She was my Zed and there was no Butch to come save me. By the end of the night I was feeling violated and completely exhausted. To make matters worse, I was tired going into last night, so my fatigue just made things even more unbearable. I cringed each time the phone rang or I was paged. At one point I threw my headset and said, “fuck this shit, I need to just pick up my toys and go home.” Had I done that, I would be unemployed right now, so thankfully I had the sense not to give into my Id and bound out of that place like Flash on Red Bull.
So my evening started as soon as I walked in the door and I was slapped in the face with an issue that just could not wait until Monday or even the morning. This issue started several months prior. SO there was that to deal with, and all the people trying to solve the problem were going at it like a monkey trying to fuck a football. I mean no one could grasp the idea of what to do next or follow some course of action. So why did I have to get on and deal with the shit? Because the guy who was in charge of this whole issue, who decided to up the ante and involve my group went to sleep at 11PM, approximately 45 minutes after he decided he needed all these new players on-board (granted, the guy had been up since 4AM, but WTF; why at 10:15 do we deiced to make a big deal only to bolt). In addition, my management says this has to absolutely be taken care of by Monday because executives from our company and this other company are going to be talking and so since this has been going on for more than three months, we just now decided to stop drinking and smoking out, and decide to pull the cram session before Monday fucking morning so we pass the test we should have been studying for all along! What a crock of shit. So even now as I type, I am sure there are more players being added and this issue continues to drone on in our group almost 24 hours after the bets were upped.
So, this could have ended and I would have been satisfied. But nope… Fate is still paying me back.She is ramming me hard going “hammana, hammana, oh Ralphie!” Because you cannot have a completely quiet week. So now she is going to come get you. The rest of the night I got pages, and the phone was going crazy and the IMs were flying and problems abounded. Now there are a number of reasons I hate my job, for example this whole 3rd shift things completely blows Technicolor chunks. But if it were something low pressure, then I guess I could deal with it. But nope, the pressure is on all the time. My management manages by what I call the You Fuck-up and You Get a Week Vacation – UNPAID management style. That’s right… a week suspension for fucking up. I wouldn’t mind what I did if I were a fucking robot. But my problem is I like to think and my job requires little thinking. My job requires following lists that do not work for every situation, but they want the list followed in every situation. You fuck-up in a way that costs the company money… “Well See ya cowboy!”
So there are things going on all night, and checklists to be followed and issues overlapping other issues and people being woken up all night long. Our entire group should have just come in for work last night. I started to run out of people to call on for assistance because so much was happening.
Now I have to tell you, I have had two calls from recruiters in the last couple of days, for jobs in distant cites from where I am/or willing to relocate. I told them thanks but no thanks. I am not that desperate yet. But, if I have another night from the 13th round of hell like I did last night, I might start considering moving to Asshat Minnesota or Butt-fuck Montana. You never know, there could be some hidden thriving metropolis that no one knows about, where the weather conditions are artificially controlled and it’s a great big secret to the rest of the world because of all the sandy beaches they have created in what I consider the cold wastelands of the US are available only to those with the “In.” No offense if you live up north or in the Midwest or whatever… I am a southern boy and just prefer my neck of the woods, just as you folks prefer yours as opposed to the world of rednecks I live in.
I digress once again. I needed to get this post out. I am working on a couple of hours of sleep at the moment, but I felt the need to post something today and once again… I was going to write about something else, but alas, my suck ass job got in the way again.
Fate, such a lovely lady, she has a sense of humor up there with God. Probably because they work hand in hand. Fate came to fuck me last night and she had a massive wooden, splintery strap-on that she used on me. I didn’t even get lube. I was Fate’s Bitch, sort of like Michael Jackson in San Quentin. I was MJ and she was this 500lb burly bald dude who was going to fuck me because he can. She bent me over and rammed that strap-on right up my ass. She was probably laughing the whole time. She was my Zed and there was no Butch to come save me. By the end of the night I was feeling violated and completely exhausted. To make matters worse, I was tired going into last night, so my fatigue just made things even more unbearable. I cringed each time the phone rang or I was paged. At one point I threw my headset and said, “fuck this shit, I need to just pick up my toys and go home.” Had I done that, I would be unemployed right now, so thankfully I had the sense not to give into my Id and bound out of that place like Flash on Red Bull.
So my evening started as soon as I walked in the door and I was slapped in the face with an issue that just could not wait until Monday or even the morning. This issue started several months prior. SO there was that to deal with, and all the people trying to solve the problem were going at it like a monkey trying to fuck a football. I mean no one could grasp the idea of what to do next or follow some course of action. So why did I have to get on and deal with the shit? Because the guy who was in charge of this whole issue, who decided to up the ante and involve my group went to sleep at 11PM, approximately 45 minutes after he decided he needed all these new players on-board (granted, the guy had been up since 4AM, but WTF; why at 10:15 do we deiced to make a big deal only to bolt). In addition, my management says this has to absolutely be taken care of by Monday because executives from our company and this other company are going to be talking and so since this has been going on for more than three months, we just now decided to stop drinking and smoking out, and decide to pull the cram session before Monday fucking morning so we pass the test we should have been studying for all along! What a crock of shit. So even now as I type, I am sure there are more players being added and this issue continues to drone on in our group almost 24 hours after the bets were upped.
So, this could have ended and I would have been satisfied. But nope… Fate is still paying me back.She is ramming me hard going “hammana, hammana, oh Ralphie!” Because you cannot have a completely quiet week. So now she is going to come get you. The rest of the night I got pages, and the phone was going crazy and the IMs were flying and problems abounded. Now there are a number of reasons I hate my job, for example this whole 3rd shift things completely blows Technicolor chunks. But if it were something low pressure, then I guess I could deal with it. But nope, the pressure is on all the time. My management manages by what I call the You Fuck-up and You Get a Week Vacation – UNPAID management style. That’s right… a week suspension for fucking up. I wouldn’t mind what I did if I were a fucking robot. But my problem is I like to think and my job requires little thinking. My job requires following lists that do not work for every situation, but they want the list followed in every situation. You fuck-up in a way that costs the company money… “Well See ya cowboy!”
So there are things going on all night, and checklists to be followed and issues overlapping other issues and people being woken up all night long. Our entire group should have just come in for work last night. I started to run out of people to call on for assistance because so much was happening.
Now I have to tell you, I have had two calls from recruiters in the last couple of days, for jobs in distant cites from where I am/or willing to relocate. I told them thanks but no thanks. I am not that desperate yet. But, if I have another night from the 13th round of hell like I did last night, I might start considering moving to Asshat Minnesota or Butt-fuck Montana. You never know, there could be some hidden thriving metropolis that no one knows about, where the weather conditions are artificially controlled and it’s a great big secret to the rest of the world because of all the sandy beaches they have created in what I consider the cold wastelands of the US are available only to those with the “In.” No offense if you live up north or in the Midwest or whatever… I am a southern boy and just prefer my neck of the woods, just as you folks prefer yours as opposed to the world of rednecks I live in.
I digress once again. I needed to get this post out. I am working on a couple of hours of sleep at the moment, but I felt the need to post something today and once again… I was going to write about something else, but alas, my suck ass job got in the way again.
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