The Ennui Of The Slavery Against The Countdown To Freedom

Ugh…

I have one more week of work before I take my much-anticipated leave. I know I shouldn’t complain when I’m about to savor some benefit from my toil, but the following days passed by with RAEG, frustration, procrastination, sarcasm, irony, and lulz.

Not that anyone can help it, but stress relief is hard to find even with its many forms. Not even the Internet can save me. As if all the time in the world was concentrated in a single spot that it draws attention, absorbs it, and drains all of it altogether not leaving a single bit of it to chance. And time always finds its way to do things it wants to the point where it’s passing by when you know it’s stopped, even for a moment. Now everyone’s dumping all the work at me on this final week, and they seem happy about it.

Damn fuckers…

So, how does this post help? Stress relief? Somehow, yeah. To be able to let the world know I’M HEEEEEEEERE, DAMMIT! I’M WORKING MY ASS OFF LIKE ATLAS CARRYING THIS STUPID INSIPID WORLD! I know, it’s annoying and it doesn’t help to complain. But complaining is one of the things I do by the habit, and I somehow find comfort in doing so. Sounds annoying, no? Bet it is, not that it concerns you.

But let’s leave it at that for now. At least I get a bit of stress relief on this post. When my leave takes effect, let’s see how their sorry little asses go fuck their shits by doing my share of work, swearing and telling themselves, “Godfuckingdammit, we could’ve dumped more work on the bitch…”. And by the time I get back to work, I’ll expect fewer people who know me, or a running petition to get me kicked out of my cubicle.

Sweet shit.