improvement

I can’t really blog about work. Big brother is watching. But let’s just say I work amidst a sea of cubicles, where I and my co-slaves share the broken down look of inner sorrow that is only truly found on the countenance of government workers. In a well of darkened wretched damaged souls we dwell, beyond to the spectral light of life and hope, three levels of hell below the Motor Vehicle Department. The kind of karmic repository reserved for people that must have been murderers, Nazis, or Catholic school teachers in a past life. The medicals ok though. Anyway, flashback to a month ago, where at our weekly meeting, our manager berated us at length at the behest of the head of our department, about how we were the “worst unit in the department”. And since were so exceptionally incompetent at our jobs, the department head was reviewing the records of all of our work because it was so low grade. So it wasn’t an atypical day. Jump to today… when we were begrudgedley informed by that very same supervisor, that the department that measures quality had just given us an award for having the highest level, lowest error work in the department, and we were to be lined up for a group photo to be published in the company newsletter. Couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. I informed my manager that were lines of hypocrisy that I would not cross, and there was no way in hell I would stand there for that propaganda shot. I stayed at my desk and worked. Oh well, it looks like going to be back to cleaning toilets for me. Might be an improvement.

neck

Another evening wasted, blown watching There Will be Blood. Fucking pointless. Not quite as painfully disappointingly pointless as No Country For Old Men, but close. You know, I could prevent so much suffering in the world if I became a critic. How's this:

Breakfast Club: 4 teenagers bitch about whose parents suck the most. Add a star if you were 12 in 1985.

Swimming Pool: Menopausal author writes a story about slutty murderous teenager with perfect tits.

Mr. Deeds: Adam Sandler wrests the gauntlet from Chevy Chase for the title of most painfully unfunny movies in a row, with yet another inconceivable flick about some over-achieving moron who succeeds beyond all logical possibilities. Wait. Which Adam Sandler movie are we talking about? Perhaps we should euthanize anyone the second they become a Saturday Night Live alumnus. Oh to dream…

And did anyone see that Metalica documentary that was making the rounds on cable a few years ago. It was like 4 mentally challenged children saw the movie Spinal Tap and decided that's what they wanted to be when they grew up, sans the intentional comedy. I'm being too hard again. How about prime time TV:

CSI: Miami: What the fuck's wrong with David Caruso's neck?

Ahhh I give up.

disappear

I can’t believe it. They’re back. I’m driving along, had to swerve around some knocked over garbage pails, looked back to see what did it. Are those little dogs? What the fuuu… no! It’s fucking Chickens! Again with the fucking chicken?! And look at them. They’re staring back at me. Great, I live in a town crawling with gangs of punk poultry roaming the streets. And they’ve got an attitude too. Next thing you know, I’m going to wake up in the middle of the night with a bunch of them standing over me. If I disappear tomorrow, you know who did it. Maybe I should start wearing a bag of Shake and Bake around my neck.