You are lost

I’ve been listening to M.I.A.‘s latest album. There’s a track called “Paper Planes” that has lodged itself in my head. It’s so damn catchy, at least the chorus is anyway. It’s not quite your average hip hop (which is probably why I like it), but it’s so odd and damned catchy and all around a good album. I’m not recommending you get it, but if I could I would subject you to it, just once.

…and take your money.

I’m about ready to start taking somebody’s damn money. I’m getting impatient with unemployment. I’m tired of strapping myself to that damned cell-phone from dawn till dusk waiting for the corporate HR bastards to get their shit together and call me. A couple of places we checked back on haven’t even gotten around to going through the applications they’ve received.

Which brings about an observation I’ve made. People down here bust their asses. None of that stupid stoney-slacker bullshit like in Missoula. If you fuck up/around on the job they’ll replace your ass with a Mexican in a heartbeat. Everyone piss tests, everyone does felony/criminal record/credit checks. The pay is decent and most everything comes with benefits, but you’re in constant competition. Unless you’re management. Once you’re management you can be the most inefficient brain dead fucktard you want to be, so long as you’re a legal citizen and smart enough to keep your job. Imagine counting out the day’s deposit using your fingers and toes instead of a calculator. Then keeping 9 extra people on the floor to watch the store while you’re doing it. That kind of inefficient brain dead fucktardery. Not truly stupid, just incredibly stupid. I can’t wait to be unleashed on these people. All I wanna do is *blam blam blam blam*…. and take your money.

Now gimme the damn job.