Observations and SHUT UP

This is a shout out to all of you who have been forced to sit through meetings that seemed to drag on and on because others who have a personal agenda can't shut the fuck up!
It's also a commentary on annoying shit.

Observation #1: The cruise wear you are wearing to work is TOT-ALLY inappropriate. You look like a dumb ass who missed his boat. That kind of attire is circumspect even on a vacation. Why would you think it's appropriate to wear to a place of business????? Go to fuckin Men's Warehouse and buy a gd shirt and tie!


Observation #2: You care already! We GET it! We KNOW you EXPECT the BEST of everyone! Yeah, we kind of get that everytime there's a competition--oh wait that's for your own EGO FEED. Who showed a movie, Disney movie for a few days? You, mother fucker, you.
You care, we get it. Shut up.

Observation #3: We don't care how YOU are used to doing things! That doesn't make you sooooo great okay? It just takes a few minutes of our precious time and we aren't anymore impressed than we were BEFORE you opened your mouth! Shut up.

Observation #4: You want us to comply, agree with the absurd, accept your word and shut up. We get it! We've gotten that message for quite awhile, okay? No need to beat us over the head with the colored stick once a month. Shut up.

Observation #5: We know you take important trips to cool places every year while we stay behind and work our ASSES off. No one wants to take that precious privilege away from you. Enjoy AND shut up.

Observation #6: Don't mix otc cold medicine and alcohol. The result is this blog.

Feelin Mean

Having a mean streak like a mother fucker. Can't explain it, but I'm feeling like a mean girl right now. No, it's not hormones--I SHOULD be pleasant according to my biological clock. But I'm not. It's the kind of feeling that makes you want to go into a biker bar and start a fight just for fun. I wouldn't necessarily have to swing my dukes to be happy; I'd settle for stirring the pot and walkin away. It's the kind of mean that sits deep in your belly waiting for the right target. The hormone kinda mean sits on the surface and picks on anyone stupid enough to enter your personal space. This kinda mean is deep and only finds a worthy target. One who deserves it. Haven't felt this way too many times in my life, really, honest. I have amazing self-control when it comes to my ugly side. I don't let it out to play often enough. Promise to lock onto deserving targets . . . . would probably kick a man in the balls right now who crossed me the wrong way. Consider yourselves warned.