#salary slave

[sweetblckcherry]

Salary Slaves

My friend is rather unhappy at his job. It could be the crazy hours, constant backstabbing and buck passing, or the superior who wrapped their hands around his throat. Hard to tell but it helps contextualize the following conversation:

Friend: “If anyone is hunting for a job, my department is hiring.”

Me:  “ Did they kill the last slave boy during a beating or did he escape by picking the locks on his chains?”

Friend:  “No, they're getting done firing most of the idiots, so the department is relying less on slave labor.”

[opiumwar-blog1]

I just want to travel and write a book and play music and go back to school and brew beer and.. and I guess I'll just go to work.

[tworavensbrewing]

Lunchtime Woes

Today has been less than stellar. I slept terribly, thanks to a sore arm and a cough that wouldn't let me get more than an hour of sleep at a time, so I woke up late. Then, I didn't get out of the house until nine AM. Normally I leave at 8. This isn't too bad, though, as I'm salaried and can basically get my 8 hours in from whenever I arrive. The bad part is when it took me almost 75 minute to get to work, which normally only takes 45-60, thanks to people gawking at the remains of a traffic accident on the highway. Now I'm sitting in Panera, surfing the Internet on my lunch break. I still have many hours left of my day, and tomorrow I leave on another business trip. I really need this weekend to please hurry the fuck up.