On July 22, 2003, something real horrible happened to me. It was on that day that I ended up losing my job that I had been working at for over 3 years. What I would do is I would go into stores and help with their inventory. I still have a part time job left and I wish that had lost that job because it would give more interesting material to talk about because I work at a place that sells enemas and enema bags. Also, the name of 1 of the district managers happens to be Mr. Seimonite and I could just think of all kinds of things to say about his name. Seeing that I still have that job, I won't talk about that place because if I lose that job, I am totally fucked, but I still have plenty of material about the job I lost to talk about anyway.

      I was so depressed and devastated over losing that job, I was too depressed to even go to an open mike. Since then I have been able to bounce back, but this experience has only made me more manic-depressive, but this experience has also made me more militant than ever and I hate corporations more than ever. With that in mind let's get started. At this point, I don't want to name the company that I worked for, but I will call them MGSCA, which stands for the Money Grubbing Scumfuck Corporation of America, which is a representation of most corporations. I started working for MGSCA in February 2000. At the beginning, it was stressful as trying to learn a new job, but once I got settled in, things were going quite well. Things started to change in October 2000 when 1 of the supervisors that I had to work for's name was Katie. Katie is not her real name, but I decided to change names for now to protect myself. I am considering get even with Katie and MGSCA by pulling some pranks. I can't go into all the details, but I wish that I could. With that in mind, do you think I'm feisty? It was back in 1986, when my friend Greg at the time told me that I am feisty when I mentioned to him that 1 of my favorite rock bands was the Dead Kennedy's and I enjoyed listening to songs such as Religious Vomit, Nazi Punks Fuck Off and Emperor Ronald Reagan. After mention that, Greg told me that I am feisty, which I took as a compliment. Then in 1995, I met someone else who told me that he didn't think that I am feisty and I was really offended. I hope that people will think that I am feisty. When I 1st met Katie in October 2000, she gave me the impression that she was a fucking cunt. I am sure that you have heard the saying that 1st impressions are everlasting. I have noticed that if someone gives me an impression that they are an asshole, they usually turn out to be an asshole, but if 1st impressions are everlasting, then why is it when someone gives me the impression that they are cool, they still end up turning out to be assholes so many times?

      Meanwhile, things started to go down the terlet at my job at MGSCA in January 2001 when they decided to set a quota on how many pieces people should be counting each hour and it's this fucking quota fucking bullshit that really started to cause me to start hating this job. The quota was almost always more than I could do. In January 2001, it wasn't Katie, but Jean who was the 1 who was giving me shit for not being able to work fast enough. As time went on, Katie turned out to be a lot more horrible than Jean and Jean was no longer working for MGSCA. I didn't have any major problems with Katie until February 27, 2002, but she had this very cold and hostile personality and she seemed to favor some people while being an evil cold viscous cunt towards me. On February 27, 2002, Katie sent me home because I made too many mistakes, something that everyone does from time to time. In May 2002, I was so relieved when I found out that Katie was transferred to another district and I was so relieved, but in November 2002 they decided to transfer that fucking cunt back to the district that I was working in, which ended up leading to the demise of my job. Having to put up with her fucking shit made my life miserable, which got started on January 5 of this year when I came into a job and Katie was in an extremely bitchy mood and she was very mean to me. Her extremely bitchy mood made me feel uncomfortable, which caused me to make a lot of mistakes, which caused me to get sent home again. This time she told me that I need to call the district manager to ask him if I still have a job. I didn't bother calling him. 3 weeks later with making too many mistakes fresh on my mind, I was misfortunate enough to have to deal with Katie again and put up with her fucking bullshit. I was counting bras and panties at a place that was extremely picky with accuracy and I hated those fucking things. Because I was so concerned about accuracy, my speed dropped down big time, so Katie then starts giving me shit about my speed. In April, I was at a job when Katie mentions that people should be able to count 700 pieces an hour, but then says "don't jeopardize accuracy for speed, but then she comes to me and says, "you better make 700 pieces an hour, I mean it". Basically, the fucking bitch talks out of both sides of her mouth. On May 15, I am at the end of a job, getting ready to go home when Katie approaches me and tells me that she needs to talk to me in her very rude tone of voice. That is almost never good. She shows me a list of jobs I was at and I failed to make the fucking quota on most of them and if I didn't make the fucking quota by the 5th job, I would be terminated. I have noticed that through out my entire life, putting up with and being terrorized by fucking cunts like Katie has not once done anything to make me a better worker or a better person, which is why I am sick and tired of putting up with people like that and their fucking bullshit. I may be slow worker, but that doesn't mean that I am stupid or retarded. I may be slow, but I am at least a good writer. I may be slow, but the most important thing is I am feisty!

The last time this fucking bullshit happened to me was in 1999 when I lost my job because of Emily, who was also a fucking cunt. Back in 1999 when that fucking bullshit happened to me I said that I was going to become self employed so I wouldn't have to go through this fucking bullshit ever again, but I couldn't figure out how to do it. I then saw an infomercial for Personal Power from Tony Robbins who would teach you not to only work at jobs that you enjoy doing, but make millions of dollars as well. I found out that the series of Personal Power tapes costs $249 and I could not afford that. That's also when Napster was getting started and I wasn't lucky enough to have a CD burner on my computer, so a friend of mine downloaded the entire Personal Power series for free. Some people may consider that using file-sharing programs to be stealing, but Tony Robbins said repeatedly that he is interested in helping people, so he will understand. I highly recommend that if you are sick and tired of struggling with trying to figure out how to pay your bills, go to a file sharing program on the inter-net and download Personal Power from Tony Robbins. He does have a lot of interesting things to say.

I felt so inspired after listening to Tony Robbins after he told me that I can not spend my life doing what I enjoy doing, but I can make millions of dollars as well. Back in 1999, I came up with a list of about 50 things that I would consider doing to become self employed and then went down to some small business place to share my ideas and the people there looked at me as though I was nuts with most of my ideas, especially when I wanted mentioned being the reverend of my own church. I would like to be the reverend of the Church of Euthanasia! I mentioned that I wanted to make millions of dollars at doing these things, but they told me that I wouldn't even make $1000 a month doing these things. What kind of fucking bullshit is that? Tony Robbins told me that I can make millions of dollars doing what I enjoy doing and that fucking asshole comes along and tells me that I can't even make $1000 a month, which is nothing. I am a good writer and then people tell me that I can't make a living at that? Writing is the only thing I am good at, so I must make a living at it! Before I go, this is what I have to say to Katie: I hope that you get colon cancer for terrorizing me, you fucking piece of shit cunt. I really hate you so much. When it comes to earning a living, there has got to be a better way!

Talking about what a fucking cunt Cathy was and being so militant about it was so much fun.  It gave me a high that was almost as intense as if I took a box of cocaine and sniffed it up my nose.  Having a good vision of the world means not having to work for people who are pricks and cunts anymore.  I can't take the shit in the world and make it go away without your help and the 1st step in achieving that dream will happen from going back to my 2003 Vision of the World Page and making the dream of a suck free world a reality!