As most people have pointed out...working sucks, however, there are sometimes evils in life that some of us cant avoid.
One main part of work that sucks is the people. You cannot trust any of them. Even if they seem rather friendly and outgoing, you cannot trust anyone. You have to put up a certain front at all times.
I have a certain set of people, outside of work, that place their trust in me. When they see me upset, they sit down with me to work out the problems. I receive text messages all the time from them wanting to hang out. When they see me walking into a trap, they make sure I dont fall into it. Those are my friends.
As for the people at my work, its difficult. Sometimes I have no idea how they got the job there, but I have an idea on how they lost their last one.
Inside my workplace, there is quite a cast of characters. There is one man on drugs who walks around very nervous. He is constantly in and out of the building, walking around and constantly talking. I have never seen him once do work and only discuss it a few times. How do I know he is on drugs? Believe me, I know. His behavior tells me all I need to know. The emotional fits, the shaking, the constant need to talk to someone, anyone. Then he gets into conversations about firearms and rambles on like that guy on Saturday night live, yeah thats the ticket. I avoid this guy at all costs.
Then there is another guy that seems quite anal about his work. I dont know how to describe it. Its just funny, silly.
I need not go on, there are quite a few characters. However, I just smile and pretend in the land of make believe. I have quite an interesting personal life, but I dont dare share it with any of these clowns. Somehow whatever I say, I feel will get held against me. I feel like I am in the middle of a courtroom where the only safe answer is sometimes no answer.
Tonight, I will be heading to 55 and 2nd to party with a buddy then I will be swinging over to sleep with a random chick up in the Bronx. During the week there will be more fun happy hours like at the Proof lounge. On Friday, I plan on meeting a new chick at a party I have been invited to. Then there will be the vacations to Brazil and Thailand for even more chicks. This is a fairly normal lifestyle for a bachelor in NYC.
I dont know what the cast of characters does after they get home. Stare at walls, go to sleep early so they can be up fresh and early for the workplace maybe even call their work buddies up on the phone for a chat. Whatever they do, I have no idea and dont care.
All I know is that I come to work for a paycheck, nothing more. While the days are boring, the nights are actually a lot of fun. You know that I will either be out drinking, sleeping with one of my ladies up in the Bronx or sleep with the other one in Manhattan. My only problem revolves around avoiding social disease and liver problems.
I hate work and this is my story.
One main part of work that sucks is the people. You cannot trust any of them. Even if they seem rather friendly and outgoing, you cannot trust anyone. You have to put up a certain front at all times.
I have a certain set of people, outside of work, that place their trust in me. When they see me upset, they sit down with me to work out the problems. I receive text messages all the time from them wanting to hang out. When they see me walking into a trap, they make sure I dont fall into it. Those are my friends.
As for the people at my work, its difficult. Sometimes I have no idea how they got the job there, but I have an idea on how they lost their last one.
Inside my workplace, there is quite a cast of characters. There is one man on drugs who walks around very nervous. He is constantly in and out of the building, walking around and constantly talking. I have never seen him once do work and only discuss it a few times. How do I know he is on drugs? Believe me, I know. His behavior tells me all I need to know. The emotional fits, the shaking, the constant need to talk to someone, anyone. Then he gets into conversations about firearms and rambles on like that guy on Saturday night live, yeah thats the ticket. I avoid this guy at all costs.
Then there is another guy that seems quite anal about his work. I dont know how to describe it. Its just funny, silly.
I need not go on, there are quite a few characters. However, I just smile and pretend in the land of make believe. I have quite an interesting personal life, but I dont dare share it with any of these clowns. Somehow whatever I say, I feel will get held against me. I feel like I am in the middle of a courtroom where the only safe answer is sometimes no answer.
Tonight, I will be heading to 55 and 2nd to party with a buddy then I will be swinging over to sleep with a random chick up in the Bronx. During the week there will be more fun happy hours like at the Proof lounge. On Friday, I plan on meeting a new chick at a party I have been invited to. Then there will be the vacations to Brazil and Thailand for even more chicks. This is a fairly normal lifestyle for a bachelor in NYC.
I dont know what the cast of characters does after they get home. Stare at walls, go to sleep early so they can be up fresh and early for the workplace maybe even call their work buddies up on the phone for a chat. Whatever they do, I have no idea and dont care.
All I know is that I come to work for a paycheck, nothing more. While the days are boring, the nights are actually a lot of fun. You know that I will either be out drinking, sleeping with one of my ladies up in the Bronx or sleep with the other one in Manhattan. My only problem revolves around avoiding social disease and liver problems.
I hate work and this is my story.
