What's for me?

What is out there for me???

I want to know. My job is not for me, well... what i mean is that I don't like my job.

Actually I don't like most of the people that works with me (if I don't like three out of five of my co-workers that's most of them right? One of them I only see him once a week, that means that I'm surrounded by motherf*ckers most of the time... shit, my job sucks!). To make it even worse, I don't like the people that I work for. They pretend to be nice, and yet, they are not (that doesn't like right, I mean what I just type. I need help with my damned grammar). They are all just a bunch of fakers and I'm getting tired of being nice and condescending (hahaha, condescending, I'm just as fake as them kissing their asses in order to keep my job, hahahaha condescending). I want a new job.

I feel out of place in my job. Is like is not for me. (And is not, I got the job and I always knew from the beginning that it will be temporary. I been working there for a year now, that's enough for a temporary job. I need to do something else; it has to be related to my major. Hell yeah!) I'm posting a link to a red blood shoes video for their song called "This is not for you". Awesome song, amazing band from UK. Check them out.

The video kind of explains how I'm feeling.

C u, take care. (Stay away from the backstabbers!)

Backstabbed

Backstabbing:betrayal (as by a verbal attack against one not present) especially by a false friend .

Backstabbed is the adjective form of the verb I just got from Meriam Websyter online and described How I felt this morning.


Well what can I add... I don't want to say who did it to me. I don't want to explain it (it's kind of a fucking long and complicated story). and also, since is work related I won't annoy anybody who is reading this (if someone read this), with my job-related whining.

Everyone has their own problems, don't we?

Actually, I was not only feeling betrayed, I actually was (fucking pissed) very upset.

This pic here represents my internal feelings, in a graphic way. (wow, am I wicked or am I not? I should write poetry or some shit, does blogging counts as an art?) Yellow is supposed to make you feel ill. I don't feel ill looking at it. (However, I hope you do feel ill when you look at it, not because i don't like you, but because I want you to hate the person that backstabbed me, because thanks to this person I post this that make you ill).

Later, take care.

Driving...

I was driving on the freeway, coming from the 60 like on Palmsprings toward MoVal. It was last year after visiting my relatives in Mexico...it was chilly and rainy, the best weather for a depressed soul. I like the pic it shows movement and stillness at the same time...the big ass fans are still but if you look closer to the ground, the actual freeway is just a blur. The clouds make it look ghostly, don't they?

I wish I could travel more, just drive around. check this video, it's called Drive the band's name is Client. they are chic...(they are pretty hot, they are like Ladytron, without dudes. they are slower but still they rock.) Enjoy it, I hope you don't feel anti-social or overwhelmed by homework like me.

(I actually want you to feel overwhelmed, tired and upset. It's not fun to be the only one feeling like shit).

Later.