Writer’s Block

Did I say one crappy job? Because, apparently now, it’s more like 3/4 of a crappy job as the store has cut the Butcher’s hours.

“I have to get a new job,” he says again. Like all the times he’s said it before. And not done it.

So, we’ll see.

I’m waiting for this to be funny. I’ve tried to think of five different ways to rephrase this so that it’s funny. Because that’s how I get by, just taking this big pile of shit we call a life and molding it into tiny crap people and using them to tell you stories we can laugh at.

But today I hate every single one of you. It’s nothing personal. I’m jealous of how non-stupid I imagine your lives are in comparison to mine. That’s not fair to you, I know. But there it is.

And I can’t tell stories that make us all feel a little better to people I hate. Myself included.

6 thoughts on “Writer’s Block

  1. Other peoples’ lives are like new companies. You go to the interview and you’re in awe. “Wow, these guys have really got it together.”

    Then you start working there and discover they’re just as screwed up as everywhere else.

  2. Of course you can tell “stories that make us all feel a little better”.

    I certainly feel better after reading how miserable your life is. It makes mine seem like sunshine and flowers by comparision.

    Thanks for the pick me up.

  3. Boy Scout, what are these “companies” of which you speak? And this word “Interview”–I’m uncertain of its meaning. Perhaps if my brother had encounters with a few of them, they would not be so foreign to me.

    Sarcastro, if I ever meet up with the Wizard of Oz, I’ll be sure to ask him to give you a heart.

  4. I was reading up from the last post I read. I sure am glad that I quit in the middle of my response to the #2 explanation below. But I’m not sure what to say to this. Just let me know what I can do for you.

  5. Everyone hates me because I work at a newspaper and they always blame me because some little old lady didn’t get mentioned in a C square column or some kid who didn’t get to play at all didn’t get mentioned in the hoops story.
    Did I say it was a small paper.
    People call. People bitch. I’ve become teflon woman.
    Hate away. It’s fine and I’ll join you, if that’s alright. I may go back to being perky in a couple of days.
    Maybe. Maybe not.
    I’m not fond of many people today myself.
    When I get home, I’m drinking a large, frothy adult beverage.
    I’ll have one for you, if that’s alright.

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