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.
1 comment:
Well, that's not fair to you. Do other people put up things on there desk and stuff? What if you found something offensive? Would they put it away? Freedom of speech and Freedom of the press. I'm not a liberal or anything, but expression through a piece of paper and some ink won't hurt anybody. Maybe a papercut or 2 but....... If they send you to counseling, don't conselors tell you to write your feelings out anyway?
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