I Need a Vacation

Now well past my year anniversary at the new job, I think it's high time I took a little vacation. Though I'm not sure exactly what I'll do, it will definitely be something fun, frivolous and as relatively inexpensive as I can manage with my son (and wife, if she so decides) in tow.

It isn't that the sometimes monotonous, workaday duties this place requires are all that bad, it's just that a number of my co-workers make accomplishing even the simplest tasks one hell of a chore at times. Seems like I'm surrounded by babies with bad attitudes and/or hungover, back-stabbing hedonists.

Why is it so difficult for folks to simply plant a smile on their faces and do their fucking jobs? Because they're miserable bastards is why.

Course, I might be a miserable bastard too had I been shystered into voting a dipshit into the White House as the vast majority of my fellow eployees apparently did.

I only hope I'm at the beach or wherever when the salesfolk decide to raid the manager's office with their uzis.