So, just a bit of history here. In June of '08 I needed to have majo back surgery. And as you have all heard, there are two schools of thought about back surgery. There are those that sware by it and can now tap dance on a tight rope... even though they couldn't even walk and chew gum prior to the surgery. And then there are those, me included, who would've rather had their nuts ripped out through their nostrils than go through with another surgery to correct the fucking excruciating pain that we deal with on a momentary basis. If I would've know the result would be this bad I would've told the surgeon to go fuck herself promptly after the consultation.
Well anyway, I have been struggling through the past three and a half years with dependance on narcotics, alcoholism, depression and trying to keep from losing my house and my life in the process. My wife is a sickly soul with a kid who has a major illness and so that adds to the piles of shit i have to trudge through everday... I guess I have just excepted the fact that life sucks.
In the "meetings" I learn little phrases like "take it easy", "one day at a time", "life on life's terms" and I guess if that's how simple it is I can just eat a shotgun now. Sorry, but I am not a simple fucking person, my life is a tad bit more complicated to take it as it comes... shit happens that is overwhelming and I feel the need to check out for a day or a week... so what if I fall into a pile of self pity... maybe that's what i need to keep me going.
If there has been a silver lining through all of this, I did find a cool, well paying job. I work for a major supplier of "fat-ladened, artery clogging, delicious salad dressings and other sauces designed to kill off the lower classes of American Society" (read; Rednecks). I am a mechanic, and it's cool cuz it satifies my need to help people and to diagnose technical problems. But there are problems everywhere.
I work with a crew of guys, most of which are nice guys and good mechanics, but because of this ever-present back problem, I do have to miss work at times, sometimes for a day or two, and sometimes I can be laid up for a month... and when this happens the guys in the shop that don't have anything better to do than mind otherpeoples business start their shit. Recently, I texted one of my co workers with an update about my current physical situation, and that ignorant fucker responded by telling me that I was a piece of shit... this pussy bastard should suffer for one day with the pain I have in my body... he'd be on the floor in the fetal position. I should also take this time to tell youa little about this individual... he's the type of guy that makes sure he talks loud enough so that everyone in the shop can hear about how fucking great he is, and how he saved the day by solving some incurable problem that had been facing the department... for god sake it's a good thing he laughs at his own jokes, cuz no one else thinks they're funny... what a tool...
So now I am faced with returning to work and having to listen to shit from the assholes that just can't mind their own business... it is gonna take every ounce of my control to not beat someone with a Sledge...!
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