I need to up my game
Tomorrow is the boy’s birthday and I need to come home from the salt mine and immediately improve my mood. I have no choice because I owe my family the best shot I have and these other miserable pricks can choke. I had one of them pay me a compliment on the work I was doing and tell me that I have been “talked about” by upper management. These are all guys that work seventy plus hour weeks, see their families religiously on Saturdays even if it is sometimes by court order, and all make obscene amounts of money. I smirked as if flattered all the while thinking not a chance in hell.
The plans for my torture will subside after next weeks marathon and it should only take me a month or so to get into a rhythm between the Chicago and Milwaukee markets. I am trying to not let them win but a shitty job tends to overrun your entire life.
If you have to work 70 plus hours per week to earn to make obscene amounts of money, how do you ever have a chance to enjoy it? What’s the point?
I agree with you. “Not a chance in hell”!