Month: April 2015

A friend of mine was opining on FB today that CNN was spending too much time on the Baltimore riots when they ought to be paying more attention to the Nepal tragedy.

I bit my fingers hard not to respond that CNN was spending all that time on Baltimore so as to not have to report on the vicissitudes of Hillary Clinton, and that maybe what we really need in this country is a real investigatory, reporting media that doesn’t give Democrats a pass and call it “journalism”.

Finished up my resume yesterday and sent it out.

We’ll see what transpires.

I have not written anything here for a long time because I have been seriously depressed about my job.

When the time comes that you know you would cheerfully strangle your boss in front of witnesses and as your defense simply state (and firmly believe) that you were doing the world a favor, you can get that way.  Thankfully he is several hundred miles away and I don’t feel like spending the money on gas, or there’s a high probability that he’d be a corpse right now.

But I had an epiphany about a week ago.

I don’t give a fuck.

That’s it; that’s the epiphany.  Sure, whatever, keep piling shit on me and lying through your teeth about me to the new hires and other people when you know damn well that if I left, you’d be scrambling to replace me with about three other people that you wouldn’t be able to trust like me, who’s been with you for over two decades.  I’ll just do what you tell me to do and I’ll tell you when you’re being a fuckup (which is most of the time) and not bother to pull my punches just because you cover my paychecks.

In the meantime I will be looking for another job.  The plan to try to hang on for a few more years and retire at 62 is out the window.  I don’t need the constant near-heart-attack-inducing rage that I feel toward the individual to whom I have given the best years of my working life.  I used to consider him a friend.

Not anymore.