fuck this job.com

Bloated oil prices, toilet-paper dollars, inflated consumer price index, all of our national debt owned by our frienemies China and Saudi Arabia, and an unholy marriage between our political and business elites, when does it get better? I'm starting to see a silver lining despite my negative, almost Sith-like pessimism. I ask myself, if the dollar is worthless and our economy is in a shambles and incapable of any profit-generation let alone growth, then what will the Saudis and Chinese collect?

Just when I was getting comfortable in my gray-collar internship in Pontiac last week, guess what happens?

Well, guess I'm moving up the food chain for the first time all year. No more part-time bitch temping, on to full-time work once again. I'm being farmed out to an automotive testing laboratory in Pontiac for 12 an hour. Which should pay for the hour drive each way five days a week and fatten my anorexic bank accounts to above starvation levels. I was told that I'd be somewhere between a temp and an intern, works for me, I HATE working for free unless it's for charity or family. So I'll fatten the funds and make my resume worth more than the toilet paper it's printed upon.

Oh well, made it through one work week before I quit that nut-busting resin dipping shop. It's jobs like these that I wish robots could do or would just get shipped to China. The logic being that human assembly lines tend to break down when you have defective parts, let alone not enough parts in the first place. Too bad I was the over-engineered planet gear sandwiched between not enough moronic stripped cogs... >:( I made it till quitting time today.

Been a while since I've done a personal rant instead of threading on someone else's. You know things are really bad when the shortest temp assignment you get is three days, whilst the longest is maybe a month. The former was moving rental furniture in ghettotacular Metro-Detroit neighborhoods, the latter and current job is back in another shop. I'm racking and packing cylinder heads and transmission housings to be dipped in Loctite resin. Beats the hell out of that plating factory, but I trade chemically-induced brain death with the possibility of cancer for being balls-tired now.

"We know that the wildest and most moving dramas are played not in the theatre but in the hearts of ordinary men and women who pass by without exciting attention, and who betray to the world nothing of the conflicts that rage within them except possibly by a nervous breakdown. What is so difficult for the layman to grasp is the fact that in most cases the patients themselves have no suspicion whatever of the internecine war raging in their unconscious.

Wow, how quick seven months and five thousand bucks in living expenses goes by... I'm glad I'm the penny-pinching hermit in my family or I would've been worse off than I am now. Anyway, I think my case of job herpes has subsided for a while. I have a well-known scientific contractor in my pocket for the time being with a decent offer from a real chemical company, their name rhymes with BASF. Had I known the difference between temp-to-hire and contracting; i.e.

Efficiency and progress is ours once more
Now that we have the Neutron bomb
It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done
Away with excess enemy
But no less value to property
No sense in war but perfect sense at home:

The sun beams down on a brand new day
No more welfare tax to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
All systems go to kill the poor tonight

Gonna
Kill kill kill kill Kill the poor:Tonight

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rate's gone
Feel free again

Here's a new record/low... A job that lasted ONE DAY before I QUIT it! I've been unemployed for six months, finally got a job that couldn't be worse than the last one I had and it paid more, but IT SUCKED ASS!

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the ni**ers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach

What do you want from life
To kidnap an heiress
or threaten her with a knife
What do you want from life
To get cable TV
and watch it every night

There you sit
a lump in your chair
Where do you sleep
and what do you wear
when you're sleeping

What do you want from life
An Indian guru
to show you the inner light
What do you want from life
a meaningless love affair
with a girl that you met tonight

How can you tell when you're doin' alright
Does your bank account swell
While you're dreaming at night
How do know when you're really in love

What do you want from life
To kidnap an heiress
or threaten her with a knife
What do you want from life
To get cable TV
and watch it every night

There you sit
a lump in your chair
Where do you sleep
and what do you wear
when you're sleeping

What do you want from life
An Indian guru
to show you the inner light
What do you want from life
a meaningless love affair
with a girl that you met tonight

How can you tell when you're doin' alright
Does your bank account swell
While you're dreaming at night
How do know when you're really in love

The market takes a shit on all our 401's and what does Caesar and his Senate say? "Everything's great." Caesar's solution to our economic woes; here's $800 bucks I borrowed from China, now spend it all at Wal-Mart buying cheap shit made there!!! >:( I swear to all that is good and clean in the world that this country is living on borrowed time that I'm not fucking paying for! I'm seriously hoping that one day 100 million uninsured, underpaid, pissed-off people will realize that there are only 300 some-odd assholes running this country into oblivion and maybe we need a good old fashioned Stalinistic PURGE!!! Fuck this country, because I don't have a job that can fuck itself... Keep it evil...

Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.

Well, guess I don't have a new job after all... >:( That lying fucking headhunter told me he'd call me back within the week, well guess what? NO CALL! I hate how HR people leave you hanging and don't even call to say fuck off and die... Guess I'll be hitting up that sheet metal union this month... This is my problem with social Darwinism. In natural selection, if something sucks at life, it usually dies of starvation or gets eaten. Yet in my case, I keep living with no purpose and nothing will kill me... You know how people always tell you it could be worse? Maybe those faggot hypocrites never knew what it was like to be mentally beat the fuck up or ever have failure and if it ever happens to them you're the dick for saying I told you so or not letting them cry or bitch on your shoulder or they just go apeshit and shoot you. I swear to God, if I lived in Asia or South America, I'd be dead by now and happy. Wheareas if you amount to nothing here it's all your fault and leave it at that. Time to learn a European language and get ready to jump ship before the NAU and the corporatocracy plunge the other 90% of us into Chindian Orwellian pointlessness... FUCK THIS COUNTRY!!!