Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!

[JazzManJim]

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Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!

 

[ScarlettRose]

Jim?

 

[mig]

You're not happy are you?.

 

[Siren]

 

[Nora]

my sentiments exactly.

(edited to add that overly wordy "ditto" was referring to the original post, not Siren's "just tell us" post. Although if you wanna know it was just a suckyfuckingasshelluva day that I'm glad is over!)

 

[Guest]

Sounds like you have a problem. Want to talk about it?

 

[Eumenides]

I think he wants a fuck...did I read that one wrong, too?

 

[freakygirl]

I'm on MSN if you need to talk

 

[Private Vasquez]

Does someone need a cheerleader?

 

[Eumenides]

Does someone need a cheerleader?

Or a pair of synchronized swimmers? They always make me laugh.

 

[Sillyman]

My first impulse by thread title says shitty tips, but I think this reads that Jim is experiencing a setback of some sort.

 

[JazzManJim]

Yeah, this probably belongs in the Blurt thread, but fuckit. I pushed the wrong button and now it's here. Just add that to the colossal amount of braindead, lame-assed, swiss-cheese memory, fucking fuckups I've either committed or had committed toward me. Just toss it on there lightly, The fuckup barrel is full and it's likely to spill.

This has been not a day for the record books. Nothing all at once went badly wrong but a gazillion things went all slightly awry and have been fucking up my day nearly from the first second I woke up and tripped on the corner of my futon and twiested my bum ankle to the six hour unannounced computer changeover that left me with an hour to do six hours worth of catch-up work on two hard deadlines to the braindead fucking co-workers sucking up that precious hour by asking me questions about the computers I had already answered while we were installing them to the maggots in traffic conspiring to try to put me into guardrails, pedestrians and other cars to the quart of Baskin Robbins Ice Cream which would completely change my mood but I can't eat it because it''s sitting in my friend's freezer where I left it and forgot to bring it home and now I can't get it until tomorrow and I can't get to sleep because of..oh who the fuck knows, really?

 

[Private Vasquez]

Maggots eat dead/rotting flesh and can be good for those with non-healing wounds.

We could work some hardcore synchronized cheerleading swimmers.

 

[JazzManJim]

Clear the fucking decks, it's a day's worth of frustrations all coming out at once.....

Okay, you brain-dead people who ostensibly work with me. I realize that I'm at the bottom of the pecking order and that every single one of you motherfuckers outranks me. You remind me of that every single day with all the shitty little things you want to try to foist on me. I swear that I spend as much time fending off your shit work as I do actually doing what I'm supposed to be paid to do. Would it break your fucking backs to crack open a basic computer book and learn something. Fuck that. I'll make it even easier. When I walk you, step by step, though how to save a file in your own personal directory, can you at least try to retain it after the fifth time I explain it to you. If you can't do that, please don't harangue me because you can't find your fucking file. I didn't lose it. God-damn it, I'm not even a computer tech. I'm a fucking dispatcher! A Police dispatcher! You pay me to talk on the radio and answer telephones and to try to make sure that your fucking officers don't do home in a god-damned body bag! So leave me be with all the extraneous stuff, give me the information I nee dto work and LET ME DO MY JOB!!! And on that note, would it break your heart if you actually gave me an accurate schedule for the officers. It really makes me look like a dick to have to spend ten minutes calling for osmeone on the radio only to have you call me and tell me that you changed their schedule the day before and didn't tell me about it. Sure...once i could forgive, but three or four times every two weeks?!? What do you have, fucking Alzheimers?? Jesus Christ, Sergeant! We trust you with a gun! I'm thinking that just maybe we need to super glue it to your holster so you don't forget where the fuck you put it!

<takes a breath> Whoooo....

 

[Eumenides]

I like it when JMJ gets all riled up!

 

[Private Vasquez]

lean lean lean lean leanleanlean

 

[Raina]

Wow! And I thought I was having a shitty week.

Hang in there Jim.

 

[JazzManJim]

And now a blurt at myself, because, what the fuck. If I'm going to melt-down, I might as well do it all the way....

Okay, Jimmie. What the fuck is wrong with you? You forget shit that you NEVER forget? How the fuck could you forget your watch, your wallet, your PDA, your papers, your ice cream....what the hell is going on in your head?

Why the fuck are you so unhappy right now? Is your job so fucking bad that you can't pull it together for eight hours without getting a sore stomach? You fucking wuss. YOu've worked shit jobs before. Or is it that you just don't have the guts you had ten years ago? What, getting into your mid-30s is sucking your guts out? Fuck. suck it up. Lots of people have it lots worse than you, you fucking pansy-assed coward.

What are you afraid of? Take the fucking step and stop worrying over it. You've only waited your entire life for this and now.....fear? Chickenshit. You're going to spend the rest of your life miserable and fucking bitter if you don't do it now and you fucking know it. Suck it up and take the step. Cowards never do the big things. Step up and do the big thing. And stop fretting about everyone else around you. They can't help but be who they are and neither can you. So be who you are and let them do wht they want. Jesus Christ...you want to change the world? Fat chance. Give it up and live in your own life.

 

[Eumenides]

Not including his first post, JMJ has used the word fuck twenty-eight times in this thread.

Freud would have a field day, loony fucker that he was.

 

[teddybear4play]

Well, I'm not going to bitch about the laundromat being closed now.

Hang in there, JMJ. You're obviously your own worst critic.

TB4p

 

[scylis]

looks like someone needs to go on a killing spree to release the tension.

 

[JazzManJim]

And now that I've melted down and completely shown myself to be a certifable lunatic, I'm going to go take a shower or something and hide for, oh, I don't know. A Month, perhaps.

Never post mad..my new motto.

 

[scylis]

or maybe not.

 

[Eumenides]

looks like someone needs to go on a killing spree to release the tension.

There are better ways, I think.

 

[scylis]

There are better ways, I think.

but none as fun.