Its Raining.
And the air feels stiff and sticky. It feels thick and moist. Heavy with the weight of the too full clouds. Aching with the desire to spill. It makes me feel cold, almost sweaty, with the tingle in your feet making your toes sting and the depth of your belly roar. Your eyes water and melt and wet hits your cheeks, slimy and unclean. You feel tight. Enclosed. Exhausted. Warmed but too too hot. The rain begins to creep through your soles and you cringe with each step, an evolving puddle beneath you. Quicken your pace to get inside, but your smoke is still burning and your too cheap to throw it out. Find a shelter to protect you. Finish the smoke. And watch. All of this for a little rain.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I work in hell.
Yes. That is right. Hell. By no means an exaggeration. Every morning I put on my wrinkled, probably dirty, clothes, look close to my best (or worst depending on the day), and ride the long subway ride to hell.
Everyone has a Hell-ish subway ride in the morning. Not just me. 8:30am and everyone is on their way to work. crammed in tight,with your head neatly lodged in a sweaty dirty mans armpit. That is hell-ish. I then go to hell. Once again, not an exaggeration.
Contrary to popular belief, sometimes hell is not such a bad place. Sometimes the people are ok. Nice even. People like you and me. Its the devil you have to worry about.
She doesn't come into the office much. For the time being she is away, some hot resort with her i-pad on her lap, working away in the sun and acting like the rest of the world has somehow punished her and she landed up there....on a beautifully sunny beach. rough life.
So, for now at least her insults and abuse come only in the form of telephone calls and emails. Thank goodness for small miracles.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!
YOU ARE PATHETIC!
I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO CLOSE THIS FUCKING BUSINESS DOWN IF YOU DON'T SHAPE UP!
GET ME ______ ON THE PHONE FUCKING NOW!!!!!
You would think her keyboard is permanently stuck on caps lock. But, no. She just wants to make sure you know she is screaming.
Thank goodness I have yet to suffer from physical abuse, although she has told me not to stand near the stairwell "MY LAST ASSISTANT GOT PUSHED DOWN."
Life working in hell has its challenges. So far. I am still breathing....all be it my breaths are short and shallow.
Everyone has a Hell-ish subway ride in the morning. Not just me. 8:30am and everyone is on their way to work. crammed in tight,with your head neatly lodged in a sweaty dirty mans armpit. That is hell-ish. I then go to hell. Once again, not an exaggeration.
Contrary to popular belief, sometimes hell is not such a bad place. Sometimes the people are ok. Nice even. People like you and me. Its the devil you have to worry about.
She doesn't come into the office much. For the time being she is away, some hot resort with her i-pad on her lap, working away in the sun and acting like the rest of the world has somehow punished her and she landed up there....on a beautifully sunny beach. rough life.
So, for now at least her insults and abuse come only in the form of telephone calls and emails. Thank goodness for small miracles.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!
YOU ARE PATHETIC!
I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO CLOSE THIS FUCKING BUSINESS DOWN IF YOU DON'T SHAPE UP!
GET ME ______ ON THE PHONE FUCKING NOW!!!!!
You would think her keyboard is permanently stuck on caps lock. But, no. She just wants to make sure you know she is screaming.
Thank goodness I have yet to suffer from physical abuse, although she has told me not to stand near the stairwell "MY LAST ASSISTANT GOT PUSHED DOWN."
Life working in hell has its challenges. So far. I am still breathing....all be it my breaths are short and shallow.
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