Hating the boss #2



















So what is it about hating bosses? Is it just communication issues or does it all boil down to personality issues?

In anycase one thing is clear, i have had real bad whishes for the Phat Phuk who bosses me around, and am inclined to engage in acts of sizeism. Inevitably tempting when dealing with one of the largest people on earth.

"who do you think you are to mention my attitude?"

- There we go again -

Soooooooo,

Here we are again. Purple Just vs The Magic World of Women: 12-147.
Gutted. But hey i did know that she being all dressed up and me being unable to even go and tell her how stunning she was would not produce any result.
Somehow, her beauty paralised me. Completely.

I don't think that matters much to me, that she probably ended up sleeping with this russian guy who looks like Jack Black.
Gutted. But then i wasn't even rejected (all i did was merely salute her), just felt demolished from that paralysis generated by her beauty.

Oh well, next life i'll be a player and will make up for it.

Let's wait and see.
For today, all that's left is Monday practice for my club: Hezbollah United Football Club.
Let's kick off

She's oh so beautiful

She's gorgeous, totally making the effort for tonight's Xmas party. I am paralised by her beauty and can hardly lift my head up when she is about.
it's really heavy, i hardly know her yet i like her and desire her so much. Some rational inside me is telling me that we have nothing in common at all or whatsoever. Yet i want her to be my partner i want to hold her hand.

this is getting out of hand!!

yer what? yu what? yo wot?











"How can I possibly introduce you to the manager? You haven't shaved, you aren't wearing a tie and you hold your knife like a pen."

http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/thatmitchellandwebbsite/characters/honeymoon.shtml

WORK TO LIVE NOT LIVE TO WORK (init)

You only live 2ice, is the title of an excellent Bond movie. Hence, why waste most of your life on earth sweating and stressing for your employer, while you can simply bum around your office, talking rubbish and making coffeewhile being paid? Of course, setting up your own blog is also a temptative option.

But again. How many hours a week do you dedicate to your evil, bullish, boss?
Follow my advice, oh friendly reader. Do work the least possible. Be late. Do drugs the night before your salary review (you'll get the least possible raise if not a cut, you know that!), get pissed (drunk) at lunchtime. Oh, and do by all means insult as many people as you can while at work. It will pay back in due course, trust me.

Hezbollah United Football Club

Setting the Premier ship on fire

Featuring some amazing strickers

Don't you just love mondays?







Mondays are great. Everyone is not up for it at all, yet most people have lots of energy left from the week end.
Mondays also present individuals with a belief thata new start can be made on this lovely day. Start dressing better, start addressing people more politely, start making more money or flirting with someone you never flirted with before.

Well do we? Do we actually start a new life every week or rather, do we merely hope that our routine will drastically improve with the commencing of a new period fo time defined byt the solar calendar?
The answer to this as well as to most other questions, as most academics, politicians and bullshitters will tell you, is that it depends.

What does it depend on, my friends, is on you. Your circumstances, your options, your priorities and, most importantly, what do you want.

Hence, just answer: WHAT DO YOU WANT?