Being nice doesn't come easy to most folks around this office. Maybe that's why they hired me. They took one look and me and though, "yes, with enough irritation this person has just the right qualifications to become an asshole!" I do have a couple 'friends' here, but even they are assholes. Again, I guess it takes one to know one.
I've come up with several theories during my time here. My latest theory is that my boss is only capable of being nice to one person at a time. At present time I am not that person. Welcome to Hell, population me. It's bad enough I have to deal with these dickfaces everyday, but when they seem to possess the maturity of a two-year old, well, that's just the fucking cherry on the proverbial sundae of life.
Seriously, I got it! You're rich and you hate coming to this job. Try being poor and coming to this job. Your life doesn't seem so bad now does it? And when you go home you have small African children to clean your house, brush your teeth and dance for you amusement. I just have a normal sized Iowa guy. Don't get me wrong, I'm starting to sound bitter and I'm not. Not in a million years would I want to be my boss over who I am now. I am actually perplexed that he's survived this long. Number one, due to this lack of survival skill and number two, if I was him I would have killed myself long ago.
Wow...I sound mean. Maybe I don't have any 'nice' in me either. No, no, what am I saying? Of course I'm nice, at least in comparision to the people around me I am. It just takes so much energy not to open fire on these guys. I guess you could say being 'sunny' is on the bottom of my to-do list.
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