LEAVE ME ALONE
Damn! I hate it when it’s my fucking break time at work and the whole world sees it necessary to come into my office and bother me! “Get the fuck out of here”, I yell to my boss’ son. Seriously, he doesn’t do shit all day but tag along and “help”. I mean, it’s fun to make fun of him and throw shit at him but I reserve that for the time when I have work to do and need entertainment. He’s my little porch monkey. Dance monkey dance.
Then we have my best friend. He just comes in and talks shit. He’s a natural born shit talker… he’s Cuban. He’s also the world’s best story teller. Karate, work, slutty girls he has stories about all of them. Honestly, I don’t mind listening to his absurd and strange stories BUT NOT NOW, MAN! I’m trying to blog!!!!
Finally, we have my boss aka Robocop. I swear, dude doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even eat lunch as he “needs to get work done”. Bro, you’re a bitch. It’s in the handbook that you have breaks. Use them. Don’t use my break time to come and complain about upper management. I don’t give a fuck. All I care is about using my computer in peace!
Back to the grind. Ahhhh!!!!
In case any of my coworkers read this. I love you guys… you just piss me off once in a while.
