I've been thinking about getting a career change lately. And day after day the urge to just leave this place is haunting my sleeps. It's not that I hate this place, it's not that I hate the job. In fact, I love it. Love it so much, it's my life.
I just can't stand the crazy target, I couldn't act nice, it's not me. And I can't let them treat me like I'm their servant. I'm a writer, not your hired man. So excuse me if I disagree. Excuse me if I want to use my brain. Excuse me if I'm not listening. And excuse me if I'm so not fond of you.
You call yourself a boss? You should've known better to act like one.
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