I am one lazy piece of crap.
I don’t know how else to put it.
I swear, I didn’t used to be this way. I used to be psychotic about what I had to do, and when I had to do it, and I had to be 15 minutes early or I would never get the job, and I had to get straight A’s or I would never get into college, and I had to be a leader on campus or no one would ever offer me more money to stay in college, and I had to be skinny or no boy would ever look at me, and, and, AND!!! Then I met Trent, stopped popping the crazy pills, and realized, MY GOD! No one really gives a shit what I’m doing or how I’m doing it.
Trent is the exact opposite of me in this way. He is one of those people that can give the smallest amount of effort, and succeed. He’s Clinton, I’m Hilary. He’s Sonny, I’m Cher. OK, bad analogies, since Clinton was almost impeached and Sonny ran his ass into a tree and died, but you get my meaning. Trent’s so god damn smart he can sleep in until 10 in the morning and come home at 3 in the afternoon and still get a raise, a bonus, a personal note from the CEO and a swift smack on the ass. I, on the other hand, give WAY TOO MUCH OF A SHIT what others think of me, so I work my ass off, only to get absolutely NOTHING in return.
For example, yesterday The Bearded Wonder returned reaking of NY funk and stale airplane air. He wasn’t feeling too hot, so he napped all afternoon. I wasn’t feeling to hot either. I have one of those “God Damn Colds That Shouldn’t Exist Because It’s Fucking Summer And No One Should Have Colds In The Summer” colds, which is making me sleepy, grumpy, and an all around asshole.
*Small sidenote: I just spilled an entire can of Diet Coke with Lime down my shirt. I am now royally pissed and I look like I’m secreting Diet Coke from my breasts. This post will only become more of a rant from here on out.*
Moving on, I was a grumpy piece of crap, but instead of calling in sick for the afternoon and cuddling with my two hairballs (including Molly) I went back to work. Why? I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHY!!! Could they fire me for not coming back? Yes, but Friday’s my last day anyway. Could they say they won’t give me my earned vacation pay? Oh, wait, THEY ALREADY DID! Would they not like me anymore? DING, DING, DING! We have our answer folks, thanks for playing.
Today, same senario. Woke up feeling like my throat had been sanded down and painted with scary toxic paint. Nose considerably stuffed, drool marks covering pillows from breathing through my mouth all night. Lips chapped. And adding on to my misery was the fact that not only do we have no water pressure in our shower, now there is no hot water either! But did I call in sick? Guess? What did you guess? Seriously, what? OK, I won’t tease you anymore. Let’s just say, the only time I’ve been writing on this page lately is when I have nothing to do AT WORK. Gee, it’s a good thing I came in today.
At least I’m getting back at the system by not showering in the freezing water two days in a row, now causing my office to smell like a subway station. Damn the man!
*Another small sidenote: I realize that the above post makes me sound like a giant-ass grumpy bitch who is extremely selfish and an all around pain in the rump. True. But if you read closer you’ll understand that in all other facets of my life I have to be “Super-Crazy Nice Please Let Me Help Girl” and this is my only escape. So deal with it! Or stop reading. But if you send me hate mail I will send my vicious Rottweiler to eat your children. Or she may just ask you to rub her nipples.*
