Listen, chumps! I don’t like working hard for a living! I already have everything I need and want. I’m just earning money to recoup what TPTB and pals still owe me. By them not repaying, bad juju/karmic debt passes onto their descendants. Sorry death is a given for you and your thieves.
Anyway, last Thursday I was upset again. The boss flicked her tongue towards the right, a positive feedback was uplifted, a procedure was clarified, and as a result, I made loud noises with my paper and submitted my work of sloppy handwriting. I got frustrated that the task of assembling and stapling missing backups to detail reports.
Yeah, so it happened that around 1400, the headhunter told me I get to work another thirty days and that we would meet up sometime this Thursday or Friday, along with the hired helper, whom I told and said that he wanted to meet up with her too.
But more likely that feeling was hormonal. The following day Friday I was on the rag! So the bosses thought I had to be enslaved further with their mindless tasks.
I’m supposed to be thankful for earning something that I won’t spend. And I’m pissed!
It’s 2225. Mom has rebuked moi again. She cited examples of how educated, yet unlicensed doctors work live orderlies! You can’t get a job outta what you studied in this propaganda machine, which is really designed to make y’all think. People grab whatever job is available as long as they earn money to support their family and themselves.
Honestly, I should be grateful. It’s God’s plan for each and everyone. I thank y’all. Amen. I’ll behave. But I cannot! My pride! My ego! I can’t let it go! Ugh!
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