Salt Dog Returns
I'm not writing today because I'm all pissed off! I just want a real job again. I can't take these people and their rediculous lives. There is someone running around right now crying about not having a syllabus for 7 year olds. They are fucking 7!!! 7 you dumb piece of shit! What on God's green earth could you need a syllabus for...what in the world could require you to have syllabus to teach 7 year olds that A is for apple...I'm gonna be sick...literally just being around them and sharing their air and worrying that some of their DNA or balllessness might seap onto me and make me exceedingly weak or stupid makes me sick. ..I can't take being in this little room today...I can't take these rediculous people...rediculous rediculous lives and people running around as if this were something real and meaningful to do...you teach children your own language...it's like monkies teaching us how to go "uhh ooohh uhhoooh". Get a clue! I just want a job with real people and even a tie here or there or agendas that I don't understand yet want to and you know answering real questions about real things or feeling some sort of competitive pressure...AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Dear lord get me out of here just for today! Get me out of here and put me in front of a computer with a deadline with smart or at least capable people doing things that yield some sort of fruit no matter the bounty...my first agenda when I was going to home was to see family and friends...well now since most of that is falling to shit...I'm going to find a job in a city far away and just focus on nothing but working 70 hours a week...today that is my dream...today that sounds real and fulfilling...tomorrow however, is a different day
