musings of wrath

Some people have the idea that I like my job, because it deals with computers, and I get “toys” to play with. Let me clear this the fuck up right now.

I fucking hate my job. If I had a fucking choice, I’d NOT be working here, but there ARE NO FUCKING JOBS in Little Rock. There’s fast food, and fucking retail stores.

I fucking hate my boss. He’s basically fucked me over since day one, hiring me on as a fucking “systems administrator” and even giving me a nice little description of what I’d be doing.

AND I’M NOT DOING A FUCKING THING HE HIRED ME FOR. I’M DOING HIS SHIT WORK, FIXING HIS PROGRAMMING FUCK-UPS, AND NOT GETTING A GOD DAMNED THING FROM IT.

I’M NOT A FUCKING PROGRAMMER, AND I WASN’T HIRED TO BE ONE. I’m CERTAINLY not fucking PAID what a programmer gets paid.

I still love you…. *hugs*

Whoa.

Now that’s userhostile.