This job is crushing my soul….I’ve got to pull myself out of this rented mental porta potty. It’s draining me. It would be so different if business would pick up and I was super busy but it’s NOT. I’m a hustler baby, I love to hustle and get work done. So this is really a struggle.
I’ve tried writing poems several times but I’m just not feeling inspired. With the five guys I share the office with, they’re either singing Nickelback songs or talking about video games. Like right this second, they’re arguing about Doug looking just like the orangutan “Maurice” from Planet Of The Apes. I mean they’re serious too.
It’s distracting and annoying. But how can I tell them to shut the fuck up because I’m over here trying to do my own personal writing? Besides, they’re soooooo nosy. The would want to read what I write. I can’t have that.
I’m afraid they’re tarnishing my attitude about men. I spend so much time here with them….Now when I look at other men I just get angry thinking they’re part of the “Work Man Gang” here. Shaking my head…..I have issues right?
I guess I’ll just play solitaire and look into taking some classes here on line. I’m so ready for Friday…