Every Time I Think I'm Done....

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Where do I go from here?

As the world of sports keeps churning with another shitty NBA finals in the works, Tiger winning another tournament, the Twins continuing their quest to have the worst road record in baseball (and somehow still being competetive in their divison) and Favre coming closer to achieving his goal of being the first person to alienate fans from EVERY team in the NFL, I continue to sit in my dusty office with outdated furniture, no company website and hard feelings.

That is why a potential change is in the works for Twinkie. In the words of Milton "that is the last straw."

What would you do if you were me? Would you take a job with a raise of about 2K a year, better healthcare, better retirement, paid mileage and with a nice boss who will help you? Or would you continue to work in the same depths of hell where nobody gives a shit about you, except how much money you make them every month. And to make things worse, if that amount isn't good enough to help them make their SUV, boat payments and support their addiction to gay porn, you have to listen to them bitch you out about it. Also, when you ask for your mileage check, you are questioned about it, like you are a lying sack of shit or something.

That's right, I may surrender my license to do what it is that I do (or at least place it on hold) while I potentially dive into greener pastures. I may give my notice within the next week and may possibly become an overpaid secretary for a career (or at least for awhile). Not sure how long that career will last, but it beats the stress of trying to cram the information from 300 bitchy "customers" in your head (ok, more like 12). And if for some reason I change my mind and decide to stay, you can A) forget this entire post or b) you can track down my boss(es) and blackmail me for drugs or sex or both.

On another note, we just finished our second week of co-ed, slow-pitch, softball last night and we are 2-2, with our 2 losses being by a combined total of nearly 40 runs. On a side note, I also hit 2 balls to the left field fence for a triple and an inside the parker and almost had a heart attack both times.

This entire post is why I don't post anymore. It is incoherent, boring and nobody gives a shit about it because they don't know me. Except Juice and even he is a prick and probably doesn't care. You can all burn in (Sportsbottles and my) God's hell. I just realized I forgot my Prozac.

Total Collapse

Not only did I suck it up in our final softball night of the year, but the Twins had a complete meltdown. They were ahead 6-0 against the fucking Mariners of all people and proceeded to get destroyed 11-6.

To make matters worse I had an annual "review" at work yesterday (which I had to request) and my selfish prick boss said he would "think" about giving me a raise, then proceeded to tell me I needed to "get my numbers up" (make more money). I guess that 100,000 in my first year wasn't enough. I love seeing him pull in the parking lot with his 2007 Thunderbird, something to make him feel better about his small penis, either that or it is a tool for him to pick up 16 year old boys that are jogging down on the beach.

The latest rumor I heard was a 3rd round pick and Gus Ferrote's corpse (a crappy veteran in case the Pack's crappy rookies don't work out) for Favre, which would be about the same as the Vikings lighting a steamy pile of shit on the Packer's porch, ringing the doorbell and hiding. In my opinion, the Vikes need to step up and offer at least a 2nd rounder and Ferrote's corpse (more likely is a 1st rounder). They need to do something so we are not stuck with Tavaras (sp?) Jackson, a homeless man's version of Steve McNair. With that being said, I still don't think the Pack will trade Favre to Minny, unless Minny offers a Herschel Walker type package again (some insane amount of draft picks). Which by the way, crippled the Vikings for at least 10 years and was probably the worst trade of all time.