bitterdiva

Note to self

Dear self:

It’s day five of a miserable week, the bright side is that it’s Friday and in several hours you can plan your escape and relax in the comfort of your own drunken stupor. If I was you, and I am, I definitely wouldn’t sit idly by why others (the secretary) are able to go home and enjoy the now thunderous part of the afternoon.

You’ve had to cover for her at the beginning of the week. You’ve had to sit by the phones and answer them in the mornings from day 3 to day 5 missing your scheduled lunch hour. Now you are forced to sit by them in the afternoon on a Friday. Have you completely lost your spine? I remember when you were vocal and not allowed any injustices to keep you down, now you’re a spineless bitch mulling over in your own self-pity because you don’t know how to deal with situations. If you were going for the outlandish protesting statement, leave that chair now and go home. Turn on the tv and get your drink on, get your sex on, and get your weekend on. But you’re not and as such you’re allowing me to vocalize what you want to do, what you want to say to those who bring you down.

Remember the time when people used to make fun of you and they threatened to come over to your house and beat the ever-living fuck out of you for no reason? What did you do then? That’s right, you invited them over and sat on the front stoop with the sharpened butcher knife waiting for them. Unfortunately they never showed, I would’ve enjoyed watching you go Psycho on their ass. How about the time when your best friend started wigging out on you and you grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the floor (all 200lbs of her) now that was admirable. Now you’ve gone corporate, dealing with the man in a passive-aggressive manner. I think it’s time that you stand up for yourself. I think it’s time you break out your job description and bring it to the attention of your boss that Office Bitch isn’t a title nor is it directly outlined there to get it in the ass.

And since we’re on formalities and I’m giving you advice would you please clean up that fucking pigsty you call your room. I mean dirty laundry and winter clothes are really starting to take a toll on me along with the not aesthetically pleasing post snack/post drink mess you got going on your nightstand. I’m ashamed to even call you my physical self. While you’re at it, straighten out your fucking mind and organize all your papers and bills. I’m sick of you beating me up over a forgotten note, payment, appointment; I can only do so much when you’re repressing me every night.

Thanks,
-Ego

01:35 PM

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Posted by: Corey at April 20, 2002 02:34 PM

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