Waiting…

I can’t wait for certain people to leave my day job (or for me to leave). Every day I have these thoughts, as I go into the GS forums and post whatever blathering idiocy is infecting my brain. There’s a section of locked forums, access determined by post count, where I store tales of idiot customers, insane emails, and various threads that I’ve been asked to remove by co-workers (and, on one occasion, a customer).

Every day, I linger over those threads and debate putting them all into the general forums and then linking them here. It’s an internal debate: Do I really care enough to obey these people’s wishes and/or voluntarily censor myself? Well, yes, because I want to keep this job. Despite the bellyaching, I need the paycheck. At this point, I need the paycheck or else I’m out on the street. So a little while longer. But if an opportunity presents itself, or my new 12 month plan to bail out of debt and become solvent again comes true (the latest book I’m publishing is seeing pre-orders in the hundreds, four months before release, which is nice), then I’m going to go wild.

I have no respect for the vast majority of people. There’s my small group of friends, there’s the even smaller group of people who are not friends but I do respect because they pay me, and then there’s the rest of you. And I really do hate you. Violently. And I realize now that I always have.

Actually, I should thank my friends, because I feel like they put up with a lot. But I won’t get too weepy, because not enough of them buy shit off my Amazon Wishlist. If there’s one thing my family taught me, it’s that material wealth is the way to the heart. And also that girls are dirty and evil. And that Jesus provides direct orders about who you can safely buy drugs from and who you can run over with your car.

Though mom might have been wrong about that, because the neighbors did call the cops after she drove through their garden a few times.