Bubble, Bubble, Toil & Trouble

Ever been plagued with one of those moments where you have so much to say but you hear that voice in your head chanting:

If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all.

I’m a wee bit pass the level of telling that voice that I am a card-carrying member of #TeamF*ckIt and we don’t sing such disrespectful songs around here! I have been hella aggravated lately and the proper thing to do is to vent before I undoubtedly hurt someone else OR stroke TF out which from the last few days seems like a very real scenario. I’m overworked, underpaid, and taken for granted just as much as every other Tom, Dick, and Harry that’s stuck in this rat race called adulthood. I love what I do within my career but I promise you that these chuckle-butts will make you want to do more than snatch your bra off and light it on fire to make a statement.

I’m feeling like I am surrounded by a bunch of assholes. Spoiled. Stuck up assholes that don’t know the meaning of real work and don’t care to find out. We keep tossing this word around called millenials but the fact of the matter is that the vast majority of people are operating on a level of worthlessness that is altogether unacceptable. How many times does one have to say to another adult – DO YOUR FUCKING JOB? There’s so many complaints about what so and so has to do and what I have to do and this isn’t fair and why do I have to do this or that? Bitch, because you signed a job description that says your responsible for x-amount of fucking tasks and that includes the catch all phrase of “and additional responsibilities as assigned“! Get the fuck out here with all that woe is me bullshit when you applied to be whatever the fuck it is that you are and still collect a damn paycheck.

You don’t want this money? LEAVE.

It’s as simple as that. Stop making it out to be like you’re imprisoned by this dead-end job that you’re in. You chose it. If you don’t like it then choose to leave and go to another hell hole since the grass is clearly greener on the other side. Am I right or wrong here? I complain just as much as the next person but at the end of the day I do what I need to do to get the job done and get the job done well. I don’t half ass anything and I certainly don’t shuck my duties off on anyone else. If I gotta do yours too then, bitch, guess what? I’m going to need your check on top of mine. I didn’t sign up to be your caretaker and let you breeze on by.

Take the bottle nipple out of your mouth already. You’ve got teeth.

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