Indeed they are… a very loud, annoying, and unnecessarily complicated pair of gonads
….to go get yelled at/fired/spoken to negatively by my boss today. I don’t know how or why this person became a manager, nor do I care at this point. All I know is, that telling someone they’re going to cry at a meeting a weekend before you’re going to go hang out with your family (my mom was upset that I was upset, and subsequently, no one was happy that Mother’s Day) proves how much of a giant piece of crap they are. (And how much I wish they would burn in a tire fire.)
I know it sounds bad, but going to a work environment every day where you get beat up for your performance, even though you’ve improved bounds in sales and referrals, and have done well in customer service, doesn’t foster a work experience I look forward to going to.
Yeah, it’s a job, but it shouldn’t have to be like going to the dentist or walking down a freaking dark alley in a bad neighborhood. *sigh* Hopefully soon, I can get a new job, and then this will be the last I speak of this person. All I can do is stay positive.
What a beautiful animal. It’s so sad that there are so few left now, and that their homes are being bulldozed and destroyed. ;_;
All the more reason to give to Public Broadcasting.
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partybarackisinthehousetonight:
children wake up early because they still get excited about life
this is the saddest thing I’ve seen on here
accurate.
Or you could think of it like this: the fact that because they’re children, their brains are still amazed at their surroundings and are not ambitious enough to create ideas which would make life more exciting, so for them, they wake early because they think they will get more time to see new things, whereas adults wake later, because they’ve already seen it, and don’t give a crap, and sleep to come up with new and fun things and ideas to enrich their lives.
Meh. All I know is the statement is only sad if you think that childhood was the pinnacle of your life. In my eyes, childhood was a restriction, and a boundary to the fun stuff, like watching cartoons in my pajamas. And why is that significant? Well, because if I did that as a kid, I would get yelled at for being lazy. As an adult, no one yells at me, because I don’t have parents nagging me to get chores done, or to do my homework, or to fold my clothes, and crap. I can do that stuff later when I feel like it, because I am grown up. So… yeah. Suck on that children. Go do your damn homework. (Haha! I have no homework! *razz*)
(And btw, even when I was 5, I still liked sleeping until noon, because sleep is good for mah soul, and the only reason I would even wake up early is for Saturday morning cartoons, so a broad based description like this is inaccurate. :P)