I'm sick of prudes. They honestly make me sick at my stomach. They won't let you have any fun, or even be innovative, because it might be considered rude, or noboby'd recognize it anyway, or then they'd have to kill you. Go back and read that in a whiny, nasal voice and you'll have it the way I intended. And yes, I am speaking of a particular inicident. It was an insignificant matter, but because it happened right after I'd taken all of my 45 minute lunch (instead of just 30 minutes) and it had been a little busy, some people got a bit bent out of shape. I was told I would be let by "with just a warning this time," as if they could do anything to me. There isn't anybody here today with the authority to do anything to me, especially firing me, and what else can happen? I'm already in solitary.
And it all comes down to their not wanting anyone to question their system. They have set up to their satisfaction, and any attempt to improve it is seen as a direct attack upon their authority. It is pinned with labels such as "rude" and "uncalled for" while the fucking sheep sit back, comforted by the fact that their power as head teller shall last eternal. Their strictures shall be unto the end of time. How could it be otherwise? Goddamn fucking bastards...
I'm in a very foul mood now. They have vexed me and I find myself wroth at them for it. So smug in their false superiority. I am so much better than all of them. Smarter, funnier, more self actualized than all of these sycophantic fools. Damn them all, those incompetent degenerates. That's the perfect word for them, too. They haven't the intellectual capacities of fruit flies and yet here they sit, handling people's money! I'm surprised the economy doesn't collapse.
Wait! The economy is collapsing! No wonder!
Now she tells me I can't have a brownie. Silly git, just try and stop me. They get smart with me when I go smoke, when I go to the bathroom, when I go to fucking lunch! I hate these bitches. Except for Bridget, she's cute and has really nice hair. And Darlene, she's cynical and has a twisted sense of humor. And she smokes. She's so me when I turn 50 and female. They're great, but they work on the other side of the building. I don't get to see them much.
I just want to go back to Carbon Hill and replace either Kendra or Brandi. That would be ideal. They're both stupid little bitches that would be out of the way, and I could be back amont sane people. If my mother can be considered sane...
