Thursday, July 07, 2005

On the Fence

Okay, maybe I'm not quitting. I don't know.

Maybe I am quitting. I don't know.

The problem is this: my coworkers suck, but my job's not that bad.

My bosses have successfully screwed over all their good employees except me, and, as the lone holdout, I'm being treated like a princess. I'm the only one of a group of six or seven prominent, talented, long-serving employees who were involved in all the shit that went down who hasn't quit. I flat-out refused to close the other night when an assistant manager practically begged me to, and that was that--no harassment, no threats, no "you'd-better-do-this." Stuff like that keeps happening; they let me make my rules. I get what I want. The dynamic has turned on its head, and the higher-ups walk on glass around me for fear that I'll quit, too.

(That paragraph is nearly indecipherable, I know.)

I want to quit out of principle, to say, "Fuck you, you can't treat human beings like that, you pompous bitches."

But at the end of the day...it's CRAZY money.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

How Many People Are Having Orgasms Right Now?

The world is God's porno.

I mean, talk about a voyeur.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Relief

I'm quitting my job.

I'll tell the whole sordid story once I'm officially out of there.