the harder i work at my job, the less i get. well that's not entirely true. i get headaches, anxiety attacks, stress, and a nice round of bloody ass syndrome. i fucking hate my job sometimes. its not the work that displeases me so much, its the fucking people surrounding me. screaming baby in my office three days a week, when its not screaming i cant go into my office cause its asleep and those moments when its not sleeping or screaming, it's watching some fucking program called gabba gabba or some shit... I'll be back, I've got work to do....

I'M BACK...

then there is this management team of people making decisions for the good of the company... uh... TOO MANY CHIEFS, WE NEED ONE LEADER PLEASE!!! some one to lay down the law, to kick some ass when necessary... and someone who is ready to stand up for us, the company, not a group of people ready to point the finger at someone else when things don't go exactly to plan....

meh, I'm over this post... I'll try something a little more positive soon. and oh, by the way... while i have been suffering from all this work related retardedness I've brought back my good old migraines... a week of pure bliss i tell you. to top off this wonderfull level sheer awesomeness today I'm standing in line to pay for the prescription and $441.32 pops up on the register... uh??? wtf?
"i only need one." i say.
"well the script is for 18." she replies

i break out my insurance card and she runs that through.

"oh, there will be no charge sir, i hope you feel better."

i stand there absolutlyfuckingbewildered...

"18 pills for 441 dollars? this shit costs more than platinum does by the gram..."
"hmmm..." is her last reply...

tell me the government doesn't have their greasy fingers in my ass some how with this...