I hate my boss
I hate my job
I hate that nothing ever materialises
I hate that I am in the shit because someone else couldn’t deliver
I hate that they got away with it
I hate that they pay me fuck all
I hate that I am always tired
I hate that I am unmotivated
I hate that I dream up ways to kill my “team”
I hate the stinking rat race
I hate that I am stressed out
I hate that I am still ill
I hate that I have to go to the fucking doctor’s AGAIN tonight
ARGH!!!!!!
darl, maybe you should take a break and catch your breathe.
big hugs x
So much hate for someone so young
Good, good. Soon your journey to the Dark Side will be complete.
leave leave leave leave leave
and i’m with you on the not well and doctors. fucktards
treacle - would love to! Sadly, The Boss isn’t going to approve any more time off any time soon, plus I am swamped at work, plus I know that if I took a break, I would never return to this hell hole I laughingly call work.
TT - you don’t know the half of it, miss
Dom - how much further is there to go???
Pinky - soooooo tempted. No joy for you with doc last night? message me x
Is it hate or anger you are feeling? I’d just like to know how close to the dark side you are.
Hate doesn’t let you do anything except destroy but anger can be a wonderful motivator for change. It’s one of my favourite deadly sins.
Well the next step is to actually get the means to follow through with your dreams to kill your team, culminated in actually doing it (or, as we in the business like to call it: going postal). The only other outcome is a nervous breakdown which, although not as ultimately satisfying, leaves less legal headaches when it’s done.
I find it funny that most of my collegues are worried that one day I’m going to flip out and take most of them with me (and they’re only half joking when they talk about it). I have declined from telling them that it’s not something I would ever do.
Dom, I think your work colleagues are missing the point. It’s not taking them with you that they should worry about but killing them all like sheep at a slaughterhouse while laughing maniacally and then getting away. Surely you’ve invented specific deaths for each of them? I know I have for my work….people.
I actually get on well with my team so the fantasies revolve more around the dramatic departure from the carnage (and resulting shooting by the police). As a cinematic experience it’s quite dramtic
If I have a specific need to fantatise about offing someone it’s the usualy ‘kneeling, bound and gagged, and shot through the back of the head’. Probably says something about me 
I also suspect Cataclismical is now backing away slowly and quietly
She popped her head in Dom .. and then ran!
Well, leave the rat race. I know it’s easier said than done. McDreamy and I know of a lovely chalet in the alps that’s for sale and we dream of putting the house up for collateral and buying it and running a resto/bar for ski-goers.
*sigh*
I think you could do with a treat
How about booking yourself in at The Santuary in Covent Garden? Take a girl friend and spend the day sipping champagne, scoffing salmon and getting your feet and back massaged