| I'll tell you a secret
she said
there are always two reasons
a good reason
and the real reason
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pox
06*21*10
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| i am done
working for abusive and ignorant
bosses
right to work state
you can fire me at any time for no reason?
backatcha
jack
suck it
this is the way it is guys
a recession is grown and preserved
as a way to spin your vote
you're cooked
and fed your own innards on a plate
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pox
6*21*10
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| They hated John Kennedy too.
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| So, the deal is, that everybody has to have a job. Or at least that's the story. I had a job. I had lots of jobs. And I've discovered that I have really enjoyed not having a job.
This hasn't prevented me from looking for a job. And I've looked a lot more earnestly since getting my license (I'm a licensed massage therapist). But the thing is, its really a lot better working for yourself.
It's really a LOT better. Working for myself.
I think from time to time that I'd like a part time job. Just because I'm not busy all the time and having that part time job would solve that, right? I'd know: Oh, it's Thursday. Gotta get off to the job, gotta be there by 9:30. Oh cool, I got a check. Really. That's as involved as I want to be with the thing. I don't want to fall in love, I just want to get paid.
Hahah but the funny thing is, that when I meet someone who wants to give me a job? Well second thing out of their mouth is: "How many clients can you bring in?"
Ha. Like I'm giving you my clients. You Fucker. Why don't you give me Your clients? Seriously. I just want to work there, I don't care about stealing clients and I'm certainly not going to give them any of mine. Get the fuck, Real. The nerve.
But then it happens. I fall in love. I want the job. And they don't give it to me because I have my own gig. And I feel bad for a day and a half because they didn't give me their shit job. It messes with my head, fucks with my psyche. Until I'm out walking around at 11:30 debating whether to get lunch, go running, or go into this gym over here and see if I can sell some massage. And I think. Dammmmn. This is pretty cool. This is a lot cooler than being where somebody wants me to be, doing whatever shit they want me to do today. And then I'm pretty much over it and their shit job.
So. Today. Red letter day. I paid myself. I wrote myself a check. And tomorrow I'm gonna go the bank and deposit the motherfucker. hahaha. And I'm thinking I might email my old boss and let him know. I just wrote myself a check. What do you think of that?
hahahahahahahahahaha
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| When someone starts talking about "moving forward"? Starts talking about being a team?
Run the Fuck away.
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