Fuck it. I was going to write about how the job sucks the big one. I was going to write about how I don’t give a fuck about whether I have the job or not. I was going to write about how I feel about the people I work with. But then I went over to Gawain’s site and listened to the Tom Petty song The Last DJ and then I read the lyrics to the song. And in a weird way the song could apply to me. The more I listen to the tune the more I like it. The first two verses I like the best:

well, you can’t turn him
into a company man
you can’t turn him into a whore
and the boys upstairs
just don’t understand anymore

the top brass don’t like him
talking so much
and he won’t play
what they say to play
and he don’t want to change
what don’t need to change

I realized that writing all of this angry shit I want to spew to the internet won’t do anything. It won’t make the shit change at the job. It’s to bad. The place used to be fun. But I guess all good things come to an end.