<P>I liek my job, I like the paychecks, I like the team I work with and only see the last thursday of each month. I love the freedom, I get a file folder at the end of the month with who I need to inspect each day of the week etc, that's my schedule, some may take an hour others 4, but when it's done it's done. What <A href="http://www.makesmeangry.com/" target=_blank>makes me angry</A> is the simple fact that I have to deal with incompetence to the highest degree, and the idiots who call the office and try to play our company. </P>
My son recently started Karate, he goes twice a week. There are kids in his class who deserve to be kicked in the face. They run around acting like idiots, don't listen and ask stupid questions. Parents need to control their kids before I do it for them. Fuckin' brats.
<p class="MsoNormal">Why do people do the things they do. I mean here I am working my ass off ever fucking day and for what? It just doesn’t make any sense as to why we have to work so hard for what little we have. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><span style=""></span>Last week I went to this small bar in my small home town. One of my friends, his wife, my wife, and I all went out to relieve some stress I guess. I know for me it was for sure stress. It was a long week I was tired and needed to vent. We go out and I Personally have the best time I have had in a long time. Maynard even said he enjoyed it to the fullest. Well I told myself after a long hard week I'll make sure I come back here next Saturday to help me make it though the rest of the week. Well usually Saturdays are the craziest day for me, but this Saturday was sweet. Everything went smooth and I was off by like 6:00 pm. So shit I was like I’ll go home and rest for hour or so then get up and go out. Well I fell asleep alright and didn't wake up till 1:00 am. Oh boy was I one pissed off mother fucker. I had missed all the big fun and everyone was going to be there. It's like missing the fucking race man. If you don't see the beginning its not any fun. I mean I could probably go up there for 45 minutes and still hang out with people, but why? I'll end up in a fight if I do, simply cause of the fact of how pissed off I am.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I guess my whole point to this is. I am fucking sick and tired of having to work my ass off to have the things I have. Why life can’t be easy going and laid back is a dream I have every now and then. Where you work, but still have time to play. Working hard and playing hard really isn’t all that fun. Your body will wear down eventually. The best part is I just bought a house and now I have about 10 times more stress than what I did have! Oh fuck what a wonderful pile of shit! </p>
I went to the Anthrax show here last night. 3 hard core bands opened for them, all were OK, God Forbid was the best of the openers, then Anthrax tore it up for about an hour or so. Anthrax rocked. Now When I was a younger lad the mosh pit was a place where it was every man for himself. Last night I was in the pit often, I must be getting old or something because... well for one I am sore today... but also if someone went down half of the moshing stopped to pick the fallen ones up. That's cool no one wants to stomp someone to death, but it fucks up the whole mood. I moshed it up to Anthrax, everyone my age who grew up on, and skated to them in the late 80's and early 90's can appreciate that.
<P>Fuck 'em all. It's Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays, It's Operation Iraqi Freedom, not the War in Iraq. It's Christmas Shopping, Christmas Trees, Christmas Lights, and Christmas Dinner. It's Christmas Presents and not Holiday Gifts. It's Christmas with a Capital C. Quit crying about the other religions, America is a great democracy, which means majority rule. If an atheist, Muslim, or Jew is offended, get over it. It's in God We Trust, It's money, and it's the pledge. Coffee, is one flavor, and three sizes. Small Medium or Large, no Grande, no latte, no Flavors. There's 2 drinks, Beer & Whiskey. No Jager, no Irish Crème no Raspberry Pucker. There's too many varieties, and twists to everything. Life is complicated because we want more. I hate it, it makes me angry, and raises my blood pressure. Trying to give a convicted, dead killer a statesman's funeral. Pffff.</P>
