fuck this job.com

TODAY HAS BEEN THE BEST DAY OF MY WORK CAREER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you read the post that I submitted yesterday titled "I Have A Serious Problem" you will appreciate what happened today.

My boss the 11 year old kid and his girlfriend went out for an all night drinking binge yesterday. He was still drunk when he came in today. At about 10 o'clock this morning he was prancing around the office bragging about how drunk he was yesterday and unfortunately he had the "Beer Gas" to prove it.

He called all of his accountants in for a meeting this morning and when I got in there I can tell that he was uncomfortable. In the middle of the meeting he straight up pooped in his pants. It was actually running down his legs onto the office carpet. I lost it and busted up laughing which totally pissed him off. The a@#hole still the the presence of mind to belch in my face as he ran towards the men's room. I snapped a quick picture of him running down the hall with my cell phone.

So, my husband was just notified that he didn't get yet another job he's perfectly qualified for. Over-qualified, really. This is starting to bum me out and scare me - his student loans start streaming in for repayment next month. And this naturally hinders my own job search - I simply cannot make less than I'm currently earning. Given my interests (non profit), this isn't going to result in a new job anytime soon.

So here I am. I hate it here. I'm feeling trapped by the bullshit job, again.

Sorry to be so negative on Monday - as if that weren't reason enough.

Woop-de-fucking-do... I'm back in hell. Actually, hell is probably more predictable and manageable at this point. I think I am in the shithole trailer park down the street from hell...

This company is seriously held together with hopes, dreams and paper clips. Everyone's attitudes suck, mine included, and it's got to be because we all know that we are dancing our way down a gangplank that is hovering over the pit of despair! At least all of the office staff is like this because we don't make shit. Packets of sugar make more money than we do. Meanwhile the human paper weight we call our 'President' clears about $10K a month, and he's been telling everyone that he's taken a pay cut to keep the business afloat. WTF? I'd like to know what he was making before he took the pay cut!

I just had a great idea for a new business: I'll start a seminar for High School seniors where I explain to them what college is actually like.

Your classes will be taught by disinterested and often unqualified professors who CANNOT BE FIRED FOR ANY REASON EVER. The only time the school will acknowledge you as a human being is when they think you owe them money. Conveniently, charges will magically appear on your account right around the time you need to register for classes every single semester. This will keep you from registering for the classes you need, if they're even offered.