Today I thought my head was just gonna plumb pop off.
Like a beloved Barbie doll who has been dragged around the playground I am finding my head on the verge of dislodging. Soon it will pop high into the sky only to be left in some sandbox that cats have been using as a lavatory.
My body will be dragged away and when the realization that the head is missing, the child will shed a tear and drop the doll. I mean, it’s missing a head. It’s pretty much useless. Heads rank as pretty important in my book, and I’m assuming others as well.
Wow. I’m rambling. My head is still swollen and throbbing and now a little anxiety-ridden after the long monologue of said head loss.
My point is…my job SUCKS. It sucks to the nth degree. It sucks like Lindsay Lohan with a cocaine lollipop. It sucks like finding your spouse in bed with your sister…and your mother….and your dog. It sucks like a badly written vampire book (that means it sucks in more ways than one).
I have dreams of simply walking out on this place. But like the idiot that I am, I don’t. Some stupid semblance of responsiblity. Some stupid. Stupid.
My job sucks and so do I.