⇒ harsh times

the last 2 weeks at work have been a major kick in the gonads. WTF???!??! Work was pretty sweet and now all of a sudden I'm staying back late and shit? Get the fuck outta here!

I'm performing waaaaay beyond my pay grade and I'm contracted (as in binding legal document agreed to between 2 parties), yes, contracted to 4:30pm only. I understand that if once in a blue moon I gotta get something done, I'm going to have to stay back, but these 6pm finishes are ridiculous, especially since I'm not being renumerated for it! I don't give a shit if you finish regularly later than me. You and I do different jobs--mine finished at 4:30pm, dick.

And another thing, make up your mind before you keep nit-picking my sanity away with 30+ revisions. FUCK, MAN! I'm a nice guy (I think so) but don't abuse the nice-ness! I got a dark streak too, and he's like that black fellow who lays mushroom clouds.

Positive: I'm a gddmn hero at work though...kept my cool, and rose to the challenge (fuck you bitch!).

On a lighter note:

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⇒ the only verdict is...

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Vest vuote vver!

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