Troubles

My work decided to transfer me to a new station two weeks ago. Went from a simple labor job, with little to no stress (physical or otherwise), into a department where I leave filthy, drained, and all around in a sour mood.

Why did they move me, you ask? Because the tosser filling in for my boss thought I was not working very hard. Which was true, due to me being on doctor-appointed light duty following surgery.

I know, such a lazy fuckwit I am, listening to the doctor and doing mainly nonphysical actions at work for a god-damn week.

What makes it all the worse is the "boss" knew full well I was on light duty. I told him, I gave him the doctor's sheet, and he said "Yes, work light duty" right after getting the paper. But, since he was in line for a big promotion as long as he could show his stuff, he slammed the hammer down on me for "not being productive", and off to the grime and aches I went. Did I also mention I work ten hour days now, starting before the sun comes up and sleeping before it goes down?

Yeah, and here I was trying to quit smoking.

Ever notice whenever a smoker wants to stop cold-turkey, every damn thing in their life starts spinning in a circle, spraying the walls with shit-brown paint? Aside from the work move, I have been arguing more often (it seems) with my girlfriend/roommate, on top of dealing with bills from that respective surgery. And, since I had to take time out of work before returning for light duty, my last two checks were short.

Fun times all around, I know. Hence the still smoking.

On the plus side, I'm not dead. Or crippled. Or as maladjusted as my girlfriend's other boyfriend.

Oh right, I date a girl who dates me and another dude. I know, progressive - or sinful, if you are one of those religious types. And if you are, excuse me while I point and laugh at your silly beliefs for a minute.

Ok, I'm done. Whew! Funny stuff!

So anyway, the guy is alright. And no, I by no means fuck him or anything like that. Not a homophobe, just not interested in guys that way. And definitely not a balding man-child older than me by at least half a decade. He seems to shift intermittently between a sniveling whiner and a bumbling idiot, which in turn causes her to either feel like patting him on the head and talking sweet to him, or in the case of his idiocy, smacking him in the head and telling him to shut it. I honestly don't know what she sees in him. And no, I am not asking. Not opening that can of worms, no sir.

Ah well, I am already late for bed. Hopefully tomorrow I can get an email from a prospective new job that is not either in Bumfuck, Egypt, or trying to get me to sell life insurance. Give me something in my skill set at least as close as where I live now that won't make me want to chew on the business end of some cutlery, ok CareerBuilder?

My wallet and my oral cavity will thank you for it. 

Preliminary Note

I have been kicking around the idea for this for about a week. Decided to finally keep a record of all the inane ramblings and behavioral ticks I observe (in myself and others). Always rant to myself, so may as well rant online like the rest of the online community, just with better grammar and punctuation than most.


Anyway, this shall serve as more of a personal journal, but if anyone should happen to find it, so be it. Won't be using any names, as best I can, but sometimes it can't be helped. This is merely a place for me to record my rants and external monologues, as well as a place for me to simply vent about whatever I damn well please.

So, if you have found this place, and feel like perusing the passages, you are welcome to it. And, if you like them, then glad I could entertain. And if you don't like them, you can promptly bugger off - these ain't for you anyway.