My Job, My Life, My Indifference.

I started this blog as a creative outlet for writing, but that doesn't seem to be what I need. I can write whatever fucking thing I want, any time I want. I really started this site because I hate my fucking job. I have described it as a paid depression. I have a feeling that it is killing me slowly, while I try everything in my limited power to get the fuck out.

This weekend I spent 3 hours searching and applying for jobs, knowing that I'll probably never get a call or email from any of them. My current job is resume poison. It is like a herpes sore on the lip of an otherwise attractive person. It is like a big, flashing sign saying "Fuck Off". Can I get in one more simile? No? Alright.

It is perhaps the cruelest cut of all. The home office, and, to a somewhat lesser extent, the general manager all but advertise the fact that they hate every single employee that works for them. In one "Instructor lead training course" the GM actually said, out loud, with a smile, that he gets paid more money for short changing the floor staff. They make less because he wants to make more. That is probably no different than any other company, I just don't think they gleefully admit to it.

I work in a dying industry, for a company that outwardly hates all of their employees, and I can't get another job because of that. That is why I set this blog up. I set it up to fucking vent my frustrations. I set this up because each day drains more and more out of me, and I need to document this process. Occasionally I may post some other shit that I crapped out of my brain, but, otherwise, this blog will be dedicated to my life and my career slowly circling the bowl.

I hope I can make it entertaining.