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shoenami

thank goodness i'm near death (home sick), so i finally have time to blodge.

what a depressing few weeks i've had. i mean sorry freaking weeks with no relief. i can't tell you how much i despise my life sometimes, i am an island. but i've been wading through the bullshit for a while and i'm ready to move on.

i lost three clients over the past month, and was developing a bit of a medusa complex. i even had a post in draft status urging everyone who reads here to take their meds and eat right. i pulled the harsher lingo out when we lost rob, but didn't know how to revive my blog without being a downer. am i toxic? wouldn't surprise me a bit.

losing clients is rough on me, people, especially since it takes so long to develop trust. more often than not, veritable strangers show up anxious to blow fortunes their benefactors took great care and time cultivating. it's nauseating to watch and since i'm somewhat forced to participate, it feels kind of like pissing on your parent's grave.

the mild market correction has flushed out the normal percentage of fruitcakes. give it a rest people, please. i'm tired, i'm on antibiotics, and i'm really lacking the wherewithal to deal with the theatrics. when the USA isn't leading the world in economic growth, then i'll be ready to hear about how "we're all gonna die." seventeen consecutive interest rate hikes? hmmmm, i wonder what the fed is trying to stifle? they seem pretty serious about their course of action. you're right, everything sucks, though.

and finally, as usual, i suffered great frustration at my company's annual meeting (which i once wrote about here). when i made the obligatory intro on day one i said, "i'm chou, i live in the hill country and this is my dozenth annual meeting." bwahahahaha!! you would have thought i crapped my pants. those maniacal corporate bastards were hanging on every word, waiting for an opportunity to point and laugh at the hayseed from the sticks.

hypersensitive? i think not, some form of this chou abuse occurs every year. after that, people began saying "this is my two dozenth meeting *big chuckles*" and "this is my oneth meeting*har har*". very funny, dumbfucks. i really felt stupid being made fun of at the annual meeting, talk about being kicked when you're already down? imagine my surprise when i got home and looked it up. uh huh, this lil ole hayseed outwitted you speaking perfectly good english. you outed yourselves with your ridicule. fuck you, corporate assholes, you make me want to set my suits ablaze.

thank god i'm not in it for them. i'm in it for me and my family. i'll keep on cause i can, and when at last i finally smoke their ass, i'll let em know that they did get me riled up when i was down. and nothing brings pleasure like beating an arrogant, silver spoon-fed dumbfuck.

sorry for the sour disposition. i'm fighting it. and once i beat the bacteria, i'll be back with stories of sunshine and rainbows. until then, take good care of yourself, you belong to me.

Posted by shoe at June 30, 2006 07:21 AM | TrackBack