[24 Aug 2006 | Thursday]
 |  Work sucks. Let me just start with that one basic, inalienable truth. Work, as a rule of the universe, sucks. Now I understand that some people love what they do and to them this little bit of truth does not apply. To us, though, to the people who must work in order to pay bills, to the people who put up with endless amounts of shit in the effort of advancing within a company, to the meager, to the compliant, to the workers, I say, "Fuck WORK!" Now you must be asking yourself, "What happened to Alex that made him so irate? What bug crawled up his ass and died?" -And honestly, I would have no answer for that question. Nothing big did happen. No one jumped all over my ass to truly piss me off. No one said anything really stupid (I take that bag, I do have one douche bag who's generally just being a little primadonna at work, but fuck him for now). Nothing insanely bad happened. I'm just stuck in this general and absolute revulsion of the patrons at work. I guess this whole situation really hit its stride a few weeks ago, when after a truly wonderful three day weekend, I returned to the coal mine to find the same people having the same petty arguments about the same nonsense. My mood immediately took a nose dive and I'm pretty sure I actually sunk into a state of clinical depression. I'm sure I'm not the only person who's ever wanted to just grab someone (or a bunch of someones for that matter) and shake them, screaming, "IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER!!" and "If you hate this place so much, then fucking leave. I'm sure your life will be a thousand times better without this crutch!" Since then I think I've just become a bigger magnet for shitheels like that, which is essentially why I was in such a bad mood. My co-workers are generally pretty fucking awesome (except Sir Douche). My bosses aren't half bad either. It's just them. This all brings us to last night. On top of all the fucking people I deal with I was living off of about 4-5 hours of sleep. Niki called me about going drinking with a few friends of hers. I gave it a thought or two, but like I said I felt awful, but decided against my better judgment to go out anyway. Motherfucker, was that the best decision EVER! We started the night at Chop-Suey in Little Tokyo, which as I've come to understand it was a former transient hotel that finally got converted into a nice little eatery. I had something like six shots of sake and three washington apples. I was fucking lit, laughing my ass off, and having a great time. Then, as if that wasn't enough, we all decided to visit Sam's Hofbrau, a little strip club with no cover charge. 2 more beers and a pocketful of singles later, work was the furthest thing from my mind. Have to give a special little thanks to Porsche who made the night more than memorable for a good portion of the people in my party (and yes, I know she was paid to be there, but she definately excelled at what she did). Followed that up with this little Japanese place for noodles and such. All in all, last night was exactly what I needed to start my weeked the right way, and hopefully I can now look forward to a helluva thursday and friday. Hazah! Oh yeah, before I forget: Big Ups to Bob! Bob, you rock man! Keep doing what you're doing! Thanks for everything man! |
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