Anywho so here I am again, working on yet another Sunday, heck I even had to work over the holiday as well. Even though it is a pay check and I'll time-and-a-half for holiday pay, I'm not thankful. Right now I'm listening to S&M by Metallica and the work is going rather quickly. Thus I'm taking this break to blog for the first time in well over a week.
I have to take the magnetic poetry board back home. Apparently several co-workers and various other hospital employees have complained about what I write. So I got called into the boss' office and was given a referral for psych counseling. Apparently what is so disturbing to everyone is that my writings tend to be dark, depressing, angry, futile, etc. So I tell the boss, "I don't need counseling. That's why I write. It's my outlet because I don't know any other way to express anger, sadness, depression, fleeting suicidal ideation." (those of you that know me best, realize I would never do anything to harm myself...I mean that's the ultimate sin, right?) So I strike back and write a clever little fall poem about changing leaves colors and trees and a bunch of sick stuff. As an added touch I even made it rhyme (totally against my poetic justice beliefs). But anywho....not a damn word from anyone about how clever or cute is was. Thank God I didn't write a hard copy for future generations to treasure. Stuff like this makes me furious, and makes me put pencil to paper, or magnets to the board, whatever. If I had something to fall back on, I'd probably be writing my resignation right now.
So back to the beginning. Help, I'm being suffocated! It's a never ending cycle. It's the chronic condition that I lovingly call "8-Mile Syndrome." B-Rabbit found his respect, self value, and his escape...perhaps I can, too. I suppose that's my main reason for liking that movie....well, Eminem does look hot, and that helps
I guess I've taken up enough company time in goofing off. I'm back to work now.
