Drew Carey Quote

Oh, you hate your job? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.

So true.

My old company used to bank on morale to retain her employees, pretty much because other companies offer much higher pay and better benefits. The management team had to be in charge of helping keep their agents' sanities intact, and because of all the pressure from higher management and from their own teams, they had to find vent by making the term "work-life balance" actually mean something. I was part of a group that we used to fondly call "Skul Bukul", which basically met up once a week to exclusively criticize (even ridicule) the shit that stinks the most at the workplace, over akopol op beers.

There's none of that where I'm at now.

So now that my support group is gone, I suddenly felt the void and found its effect on me about two weeks ago while I was in front of the mirror--my first grey hair (and my parents' and grandparents' first grey hairs only appeared when they were in their sixties, and I'm only 27!).

I don't wanna wait for my first wrinkle to appear before I demand for intervention. Where did EVERYBODY go???

The path to Inebriation

something I dug up. enjoy.

The path to inebriation….
"I am going to drink myself into a low level of intelligence tonight" -anon
The capacity to drink oneself into a blind stupor is something I have yet to do…not for a lack of imbibing but rather the possible reluctance to completely lose self control and possibly end up in a ditch somewhere.
The call of catatonia is getting stronger and although I am distracting myself with mindless pursuits I realize that sooner or later I will crack - and it won’t be pretty. Thus the desire to drink myself blind tonight. I theorize that getting juiced and passing out is far far better than cracking in broad daylight and humiliating yourself in front of pseudo friends by declaring how you really percieve the shallow workings of their judgmental worlds and how, sadly, you have fallen back into the rut that you have just thought yourself out of (ie having warm fuzzy feelings for another human being outside of your gene pool) and that things are not going well in the control and planning department. You are stumped. And you are going to stop blogging now and actually get off your ass and find that drink.
You consider me alcoholic? That my friend, is a matter of perception. I consider myself a whole many things right now.
Cheers.