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This post was written at lunch today.

I fucking hate lunch here at the office. Sure we get free great food, which is good but the fucking thing is, nobody lets me eat in fucking peace. I just sit here and eat and these motherfuckers decide to pick on me.

What,are you fucking telling me that we’re not getting patients because i’m here? Why don’t we fucking take a vote and see who the patients love?

What,you’re telling me that you can do the job faster when I wasn’t here?if you can then why am i doing your job for you then? These motherfuckers talk about me like they don’t fucking need me.

If you’re reading this right now, here’s my message for you:

If you really think it’s my fault that this clinic isn’t getting more money than it should be, then why don’t you fire my ass and look for someone you can pay 7 fucking bucks an hour to take in your patients, clean your room, clean the clinic, fix broken equipment, answer calls, fill out your papers?

Seriously I’d love to see you fuckers try. But you can’t can you? Why? Because you know you can never find anyone else who would do my job for the money you pay me. You’re all inconsiderate motherfuckers and I’m just fucking too needy to quit. You’re the fucking lucky ones, not me.

And great, now they’re getting upset because I’m here writing this and not listening to their crap.

Seriously, IT’S FUCKING LUNCH BREAK!

I fucking hate this job. I fucking hate these people. But most especially, I hate myself for being too poor and in so much need that I have to put up with these motherfuckers.

This goes out to all the people I’m eating with right now:

FUCK YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!

Today at lunch I wasn’t able to finish my ham sandwich. Why? Because some motherfuckers decided to make fucking fun of me while I was eating. I mean can’t you fucking let me eat in peace?! I’m right here enjoying my lunch and you fucking made me lose my god damn appetite!

And then, as if it wasn’t enough, they noticed that I didn’t finish my sandwich and they again decided to make fun of me out of it. If you motherfuckers knew that I lost my appetite because of your shit, then you should fucking know that you should fucking stop motherfuckers.

So, i took another bite and in my head i was saying this:

I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW MOTHERFUCKERS!

I fucking hate this fucking job…

Okay. I think I’ve reached the point where I would reveal what my damn job really is. I work at a doctor’s office. Yesterday, a patient called me, asking if we had any more samples of her medication and if we could give her some just to last until her next appointment which was 11 days from now since her insurance doesn’t really cover the new medication prescribed to her last month. Being the nice me, I put her on hold and checked our sample cabinet. There were about ten packs of the said medication and each pack had seven day’s worth. I took two packs and told the manager about the situation. Our manager said go ahead so I went back to the phone and told the patient that she can pick it up the next morning, which was supposed to be this morning.

This morning, I labelled the packs with the patient’s name and asked my senior(my favorite coworker) real nicely if she can do me the favor of giving the packs to the patient if ever they show up for the medication and I’m inside an examination room preparing a patient. I’m serious here. I asked in the nicest possible way. Here’s what she told me:

“Why didn’t you ask the doctor to change the medication into something that’s covered by her insurance?”

I answered:

“Because she has an appointment in a few days, so I thought it might be best to just give them a few samples and let the doctor decide once they’re seen. And by the way, I asked the manager and she said just go ahead.”

She was like:

Why did you ask the manager? Why not the doctor. You’re just being lazy like you always are.”

This was when my blood started to boil. That was when mr. angry me kicked in again inside me. I wanted to fucking bite her throat and suck her fucking blood. Lucky for her I wasn’t fucking Edward Cullen. I mean she had a fucking point, but what I really fucking though about was that maybe I should just cut the patient some slack. It was just a few samples, I’m pretty sure the damn pharmaceutical companies won’t mind if some of their samples go into charity right? What’s fucking wrong with trying to help someone out?

This fucking bitch has been all over my ass everyday since day one and what do I do? I just shut up and don’t fucking say a damn word. Why? Because I just fucking hate conflict! I mean she’s the type of bitch who thinks she’s never wrong. This was the bitch who never admits she was ever wrong and finds some sick ass way to point the blame finger at me! If I decide to complain, nothing will really happen other than just me wasting my energy and nothing will really be solved.

She’s so damn lucky she has an underling like me, who doesn’t react or complain even if I see something wrong. I was so mad this fucking morning that I wanted to go evil on her. I mean this bitch often just chats with patients and reps without doing any real work and I don’t complain. She fucking makes mistakes and I don’t point it out. Sometimes I just fucking wonder why I haven’t killed the damn bitch yet.

Seriously guys, it fucking sucks to be the nice guy. If only I was evil, she would’ve been out of the job months ago. I just can’t understand why the fucking dwarf(she’s fucking short and fat) can’t grow up. I mean it’s fucking okay to tell me what i’m doing wrong, but at least she should know when to fucking shut up or at least how to use some damn tact!

Who the fuck is lazy? I fucking answer the phone for her even if it’s her fucking job. I fucking prepare charts when she’s busy pretending to be busy at the back office. But, when I’m really going to be busy with something and ask her if she can do it for me, she’ll just fucking tell me to practice some damn time management. Time management my ass! How can I fucking do a drug screen while answering the phone while taking a patient into an examination room while filling out paperwork? Again, if you’re fucking reading this, let me tell you what I have been wanting to tell you so badly:

I AM NOT A FUCKING MUTANT AND I DO NOT FUCKING HAVE THE ABILITY TO MAKE A FUCKING CLONE ARMY AND IF I FUCKING DID, I WOULD HAVE FUCKING CHOPPED YOU INTO SMALL PIECES AND FED YOU TO THE FUCKING DOGS AT THE SHELTER. MAYBE THEN YOU CAN MAKE SOMETHING ELSE HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!

If you’e gonna take her side, let me tell you this too:

FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. GET YOUR ASS OFF MY DAMN BLOG AND JACK OFF!

I’m the guy whose job is to call in clients and conduct a short interview for our boss to evaluate. Now before I am able to do that, there’s a person who fills out the a paper with the client’s name, date of birth and SS number. She also is the one in charge of collecting payments. There’s just three of us in that one section of the office, and the other person’s job does not involve interacting with us so it’s just really me and our dear office receptionist/cashier who really loves making my life miserable. This is  the story of how she made this day very special again.

This morning, I let a client walk in. This particular client prefers to talk to me instead of going through our wonderful receptionist. Why? Ask him not me. Anyways, the bitch told me that since I let him walk in, maybe I should be the one preparing his file. Preparing the file wasn’t particularly difficult, but I had other fucking things to do and it’s not my fucking job! Besides, she used to do my job so she of all people should understand how busy I am. What I should have done was shove the damn file into her fucking mouth and made her swallow the the damn thing whole!But what did the nice guy that I was do? I just smiled, shut up, and did it myself. Here’s what I really wanted to tell her though:

Dude, It’s your fucking job to write the fucking client’s name on the fucking file, collect the god damn fifteen dollars, and fucking make a receipt! You fucking get paid more than I do, and yet your fucking excuse for not doing your god damn job is that I let the motherfucker in without an appointment?! For what good are you if you can’t fucking just write a name, collect some money, and write a god damn receipt?! And you get payed ten bucks and I get payed seven?!

This world is just too fucking unfair. Just because I’m playing nice doesn’t mean they can fucking treat me like this! Just because I can’t express my anger doesn’t mean I can’t be fucking angry. Seriously, I deserve some god damn respect.

You motherfuckers out there, you better learn to treat nice people right. Not because we’re fucking smiling and calm doesn’t mean we don’t get fucking upset if you’re being such a jackass. If you feel like being a jackass, here’s something for you:

ALL YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKERS FUCK YOU DIE SLOW MOTHERFUCKERS!

okay i’ll admit I borrowed that from Tupac’s Hit em Up. Still, Fuck You Motherfucker.

 

I love fridays. Aside from the fact that I get to rest on weekends, I also love fridays because usually, our boss isn’t working and we have a nice substitute person taking over. Come monday,the boss is going to ask us all again if everything was fine and if there wasn’t any problems. If we say that there was a problem, he’ll fucking tell us that we’re not doing our jobs right. If we tell him there were no problems, then he’ll tell us: “so, are you saying that I’m the problem?”

I so want to tell him this, seriously:

YOU ARE THE GOD DAMN PROBLEM SO  TAKE ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR COMPANY-PAID VACATIONS AND JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF.

I mean the fucker does not understand the concept of job descriptions and he seems to forget that his employees are human beings and not the fucking robots from that Will Smith movie. I’m not the fucking janitor. I’m just supposed to entertain and conduct a short interview with the clients and prepare the damn paperwork for him to fill out and sign himself. That is why there’s a note on the papers that only he is legally allowed to fill the fucking forms.

But what do I do? I fucking fill out the forms and all he does is sign. I’m not the fucking janitor and I’m not the fucking handyman, carpenter, and electrician either but what does he make me do? He fucking makes me clean his mess of an office, he makes me repair broken office equipment, he makes me throw out the garbage and sweep the floor, all at one very convenient pay: fucking minimum wage per hour.

On top of that, he humiliates me in front of the clients, he makes fun of me and makes me the target of his fucking jokes in front of our associates, and when something goes wrong or if he messes something up, I’m automatically the person to blame.

The truth is, if only the clients and our associates knew, is that he’s a fucking idiot who just knows how to talk. They think he’s so fucking smart, but what they don’t know is that he doesn’t fucking know about the things he’s signing. He’s just so fucking lucky to have people like me working for him. Fuck the god damn economy. I wouldn’t put up with the motherfucker if I had a fucking choice.

This goes out to all the tyrant bosses out there on behalf of every overworked, underpaid, and mistreated employee out there:

GO FUCK YOURSELVES DICKHEADS!

Today my coworker pissed me off again. She keeps pissing me off every day but what do I do? I just shut up and take it. Fortunately for her, I’m an implosive type of person. I regret doing a lot of bad things just because of my anger that I’ve become so scared of expressing it so here I am, making a secondary blog right here. I’ll admit it right here right now. I operate a real personal development site, which aims to help people. I once tried writing about something that upset me over there and I got burned by my aunt. Why? Well she felt that she was the one I’m referring to and she also knew that I am the sole author of that site so there. I’m not making that same mistake again, and with this one, I really don’t fucking care how many people read this or not. I really am just angry and I need an outlet.

Anyways, going back to my coworker. She thinks that she’s the most amazing person in the world. She strongly believes that she’s the most hardworking person in that small office and she keeps doing things to make me recognize that I’m exactly the opposite. I mean my job used to be her job and she keeps telling me how back when she was the one in this position she did everything perfectly. If you’re reading this right now, which I highly doubt because you are not really smart enough to recognize the beauty of the literary arts, I’m just gonna tell you here what I have always wanted to tell you everytime you’re being a fucking bitch:

I AM NOT FUCKING SUPERMAN. I AM NOT FUCKING TONY STARK. I AM NOT THE FUCKING GREEN LANTERN. AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY:

I AM NOT FUCKING YOU.

So, just let me be the way I am because in productivity terms, I do so much more work than you do. You just happen to have worked at the office longer than I have which is why you know more than I do but seriously, you are not even ten percent smarter than I am so FUCK OFF.

I would really love to mention her name here, but then again what’s the point in me making this blog anonymously? Sure, I agree with you my dear reader that this is cowardly, but it’s a whole lot better for everyone because:

1. you have something to read.

2. i can say whatever the fuck i want to say without fear of retribution.

3. nobody would get hurt if i express my anger this way. what you don’t know can’t hurt you right?

So, for these three short and simple reasons, I am resorting to the act of cowardice called this blog. To all you fuckers out there who are going to piss me off in the future:

FUCK YOU ALL. JUST READ ABOUT YOU HERE MOTHERFUCKERS!