Hidden

Have you ever lost yourself in your own life, you put little things aside for your significant other, starts small like what you watch on tv, or what you have for dinner, then it grows, where and who you hang out with your lines between honest and guilty blur. People forget what got them were they are now, they get comfortable and begin to slack off, hints one of the number one thing people scream out when they get divorced or see their significant other cheating on them.. "i don't know you anymore!" I believe people ware good disguises and with every big event they take off parts of this disguises little by little, to revile who they really are. or they are going through the same process we all do, your parents raise you to the best of their ability, beating the tippy top of their morals love kindness and self esteem in to a shell, hoping this little mold will apply them in all the right areas and grow up to have more then they had as children, or at least that is the intentions, but with every abusive relationship, whether it be intentional or subconscious the puzzle pieces get warped, and when the light turns on you fit your pieces back together dust of the degrading words pack all the traumatic situations up in luggage store all these bags on the top shelf of your identity closet and hope you can bear the weight. This is what makes up all the baggage you bring in to the next relationship, If you are lucky you will meet some one, or have enough memorable positive experiences that will build industrial reinforcements before the weigh of that shelf crashes down and crushes you. While you roll down this road of life you pick up little pieces of who you are, through idles, random people at walmart or on street corners, all the absolute worst places to shop for your identity, despite what your parents instilled in you, they can't shelter you from lives ghetto. soon this snowball is so huge and you are iced up inside, waiting for the sun to come out to melt the shafted snow and ice off from your overly chilled body. And when you are broken out you will not be you, you will be a new shell, waiting to be filled, standing on the corner with your newly jam packed baggage. at the end of this course, along with the crack heads children, alcoholic's children, abused children or all of the above, they will end up at the strip club, or screwing your way to the top of some mediocre company.

Unemployment Office

Company time. Why do people think they deserve to get paid, you get paid for your time, and your work, there for you do both, they pay you to put on a smile and pretend that you like your co-workers, be nice to customers, and to lend your services for eight hours a day. Do not just sit at your desk and pick your nose or talk on your phone and expect the company to keep you around. You are not babysitting Google; you are being paid for your services along with your productivity. I think all employers should pay employees minimum wage, and have a pay scale based on commission for wpm, amount of paperwork you push or how many slurpies and scratch-offs you sell. People have mastered the “look busy” technique. Growing up I heard my parents say “for all the time and energy you have spend whining about cleaning your room it could have been clean already.” If people directed their focus to actually working, or troubleshooting their position they might move up in the company or at the least keep a job for more then six months. The working mothers, I use “working” lightly, spend all their time wrangling their children on their cell phones, men surf sports scores and the brave stupid ones look up porn, you are guilty of “looking busy” from time to time, who hasn’t, but you have no right to protest when you get fired, and scream and rant on your way out how valuable you are to the company and they will be worthless with out you. In all reality they will hire another drone off Craig’s list to do your monkey paper pushing job, that will use the excuse “I am new and learning” for the first couple of weeks, then they will bust their butt for a few months, go home and brag to their husband that they are going to be running the company in six months tops! and then to their dismay they when they see the dirty politics in management and feel as if the pill popping HR lady falsely represented the position, resent the company i.e. “the man”, the bitterness will set in, then comes the solitaire and minesweeper marathon, which extends longer and longer each day till they get ballsie enough to look at porn or not clock out for their extended lunches, and poof their stapler and pictures of their dysfunctional children at the Alamo are thrown in a box, they make the walk of shame to the door clutching that box like its all they have left of their self worth cycle starts over. Then these wonderful entitled people demand unemployment… but that’s another blog!