Friday, April 11, 2008

Role models and such things



Instant depression, self dislike, self doubt and frustration is all that's caused whenever this person talks. from being someone that you looked up to and wanted to be to being someone who just had a lucky break and is now abusing his power.


How does a person work that when that is what's keeping you in your job with which you are hardly surviving, taking home only enough for rent and enough for just  half the month's food. Even though it's only one meal a day. Criticism, deceit, and embarrassment is all that he gives, but expects more money, power and happiness for himself from it. Such is my daily job and meeting with The Boss.


Coming from my youth into this just after making a personal break through by being able to get off pills just to keep me feeling nothing ha just proved that maybe there isn't anything for me in this world. That maybe the people who always support me are not being serious when they praise my work, but trying to just make me feel better because I'm their friend.


But being put down by someone who could never be as good as me at what i do, and losing all i have because of him is more hurtful and depressing than inspiring and pushing for the better. 


Making empty promises and destroying my self-esteem seems to a favourite pastime for The Boss, and it's not only agenst me but is an attitude he has wit most of the employees he takes in. 


Believing he is everything and the world is his could turn out o be the down fall of this "powerfully connected person". His attitude towards th people he shares an office with is what drives some to disgust rather than drives them to excel and he doesn't want to see how he is hurting them, so he does it o the point where everyone is too scared to confront him about the way they're being treated for far of losing their jobs. He takes this in his pride and believes this fear to be respect.


And this was the man whom i considered a role model before i worked for him....

Thursday, April 10, 2008

WORDS FOR THE DAY....

SHEENAMUKMUK SHEENABUKBUK

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

dammit man

Can someone please explain to me how you are suppose to deal with people who think the world revolves around them?

Things are getting harder and harder to understand the more this certain person tries to cram the whole team up with unneeded, unnecessary stress!! it's what's killing us at the moment. not what's helping us...

Starting to think maybe it is a good idea to keep an AK in the draw next to my desk... 

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

surveys and police...

weird i know but how else do you describe the way things are going down when people don't know how else to react to the people in charge when the people in charge are kinda pissed off when you haven't done what your asked..?

is it working against yourself or for yourself when you go to work with only making the company work on the mind... no thoughts of maybe being your own boss someday or even being an investor of something big... just thinking from the moment you leave for work to the moment you leave work of how you can make the people you work for more successful. 

quite the question.... 

Monday, April 7, 2008

Emotion or State of mind


i feel like running away... so over life at the moment. i just wanna die... please can someone just kill me? seeing as no one wants to help me? depression, if this is called a state of mind, then how come it's so hard for me to change the state of my own mind into something that could help me? Is thee no way for a person to just be happy instead of this constant feeling of sadness and peril? or is it just me who goes through all of this unreal reality in which i was put here for other peoples good and not my own... helping others is a good thing, agreed, but then it's not always the other people that need the help, i need the help too.

Ever had a suicidal thought? i have them all the time. when i'm in bed, to when i'm getting dressed. from when i'm on the way to work, to the time i'm sitting in the office putting up a fake happiness to cover myself up. from the moment i leave the office to the second i put my head on the pillow of my bed to sleep. it's like a sickness or an addiction. why though, do i crave the constant adrenalin rush that this physical pain induces. it's pure pleasure for me. as close as i'll ever get at the moment to being happy...


how can a person admit this to everyone they know? pure madness? or is it just an unreasonable cry for help that no one ever listens too..


for the victim of this addiction. It could be both. 

I know for me it's a mixture of the two because as much as i hate hurting myself with physical pain. i love it. Is there something wrong with me? or is there nothing wrong at all? can i ever be happy about me? or am i ment to be this way?


random i know, but how do i express this differently?