Say Hello to Spring
Alright, i had a few days to ponder over it, and I guess I lied. I don't have a two part series, I was able to condense it down.
Here's a song to sing along to.
If you're miserable and you know it clench your hands
If you hate your job, go and tell off the "man"
If your life sucks so bad and you want to show you're mad
(already shows, and everyone knows)
Just quit now so you don't feel so bad.
I wrote this while sitting on the john. To be named after something always full of shit is a pretty funny thought.
Was that a pot-shot? You be the judge.
For a change of pace, I figured that I have been writing about my feelings on a certain topic, but (correct me if I am mistaken and already have done this) this time I'm going to rant.
Here goes another installment of my Ode's to something. The first one is on my Diary of an Air Traffic Control Student called "Something for the Know-it-all" at
"Something for the 'Job-Haters'"
if you hate your job
just quit now and do us a favor
everyone knows it so don't try and hide the fact
you are not coping out as it's just not you
sind a new line of work as
someone will fill your shoes
don't worry about the next job
it will come your way
you'll still be miserable
tomorrow and the next 10 years
if you don't leave now
i'll leave you to your life of dispair
wouldn't you rather be happy than sad
same shit different day, does waking up make you mad?
that really shouldn't have to be
no one wants to deal with someone
wearing a perma-frown
what about tomorrow - what about the bills?
who gives a shit, are you happy
whatever happens know that something will come up
life's not perfect and never bonifide
find your true work as you are still young
Time is on your side.
I was inspired to write this last week.
I met a guy outside, inbetween my classes, while having a cig and vented to me like one friend would to another.
He hates his job and I heard everything that goes along with that.
To quote a Headstones lyric, "Some of your best friends, are people you just met." Funny how some people let you know how their life is when you take the time to listen. The time it takes to smoke a cigarette is more than enough time to hear it all.
You know, the next time I'm on the bus, I'm going to see if someone really listens to me and offers me some advice. I'll let you all know how that turns out.
Here's a song to sing along to.
If you're miserable and you know it clench your hands
If you hate your job, go and tell off the "man"
If your life sucks so bad and you want to show you're mad
(already shows, and everyone knows)
Just quit now so you don't feel so bad.
I wrote this while sitting on the john. To be named after something always full of shit is a pretty funny thought.
Was that a pot-shot? You be the judge.
For a change of pace, I figured that I have been writing about my feelings on a certain topic, but (correct me if I am mistaken and already have done this) this time I'm going to rant.
Here goes another installment of my Ode's to something. The first one is on my Diary of an Air Traffic Control Student called "Something for the Know-it-all" at
"Something for the 'Job-Haters'"
if you hate your job
just quit now and do us a favor
everyone knows it so don't try and hide the fact
you are not coping out as it's just not you
sind a new line of work as
someone will fill your shoes
don't worry about the next job
it will come your way
you'll still be miserable
tomorrow and the next 10 years
if you don't leave now
i'll leave you to your life of dispair
wouldn't you rather be happy than sad
same shit different day, does waking up make you mad?
that really shouldn't have to be
no one wants to deal with someone
wearing a perma-frown
what about tomorrow - what about the bills?
who gives a shit, are you happy
whatever happens know that something will come up
life's not perfect and never bonifide
find your true work as you are still young
Time is on your side.
I was inspired to write this last week.
I met a guy outside, inbetween my classes, while having a cig and vented to me like one friend would to another.
He hates his job and I heard everything that goes along with that.
To quote a Headstones lyric, "Some of your best friends, are people you just met." Funny how some people let you know how their life is when you take the time to listen. The time it takes to smoke a cigarette is more than enough time to hear it all.
You know, the next time I'm on the bus, I'm going to see if someone really listens to me and offers me some advice. I'll let you all know how that turns out.

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