no but i often feel like im the punchline in some cosmic sitcom where the whole premise of the show is seeing how much retarded shit i have to put up with before i lose it.
it actually feels like the sitcom lost its prime time spot and isnt as entertaining any more tho.
It feels like a cosmic shit test. How much shit can this nice man take until he isn't nice any more.
i think the most memorable set up was the day i picked up a brand new work car, went to do a job, parked it in the gutter, went to get out, had the door swing back at me, which bounced my head back into the door frame which then bounced back into the closing door. a fuckin cranium pinball.
got back in car, grabbed two way radio by aerial by antenna, hurled it.
fucker bounced off the rubber dash leaving a chunk there, and spun back bottom of the battery hits me dead in the eyebrow leaving me with fucking swelling. These were not light long range ericsson two way radios mind you... damn i was mad.
Dude that would make a very watchable show. I feel like that at work in this supervisory role I'm in. Like there is some kind of conspiracy to see just how far they can push me until I snap. Every month seems to get worse than the previous. They always take away, they never give.
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