Can you fuckin' believe it!?

Oh the fuckin' irony!!

I've been fuckin' shite for ages.  Fuckin' ages!  A long fuckin' time!  And what happened during that time?  Fuck all... we all drifted along our merry way.  Picking up our pay checks for very little return.  And all was right with the world.  Well... You know what I mean.

Then...THEN... I start feeling good.  Great even you might say!  And what happens?  Obviously my work improves, I start contributing much more than before, and at a fuckin' good standard too.  And then I get fuckin' busted!?! Yesterday, around half 4 I get called in to the BIG bosses office.  Not my boss, his fuckin' boss...

This may or may not have been *exactly* how it went. 

"Me, you're coasting aren't you?"

"Erm...yea...I have been, but I'm getting better"

"Let me be honest with you, if you don't pick it up you can fuck off"

"I see...ok"

"This project is 300 days over spec, the work you are putting out is shite, and the customer is going ballistic"

"Yea...that's not good"

"No Me, it's fuckin' not and...."

"HANG ON A FUCKIN' MINUTE!!...300 days?!... I know I've been shite, but fkn hell not 300 days worth of shite!!"

"I know Me, but you've played your part."

"OK.... we finished?"

So I left that particular meeting and sat at my desk for a bit.  I couldn't believe it, just when I'm getting good again, feeling good again I get this shite.  Fuckin' cunts...

So anyway, as I sat there I thought.... Fuck It.... I'm not having this.  So I went down and spoke to him and told him the whole gig.  Told him why I'd been shite, told him that I'd told HR everything that was happening.  That I thougbt I was doing everything right... Not going long term sick like everyone told me I should.  Try and fuckin' get through it.  Do my fuckin' best.

Then I told him about the other day, and how I felt so much better.  How I knew I was fuckin' good at what I do, and that I'm on the road back.  That my first goal was to make the company love me again.  And to go ask my direct boss what the difference had been in the last 2 days compared to before.

I don't really think it was worth it, but it made me feel a bit better. 

I wasn't questioning what he was saying to me, just explaining why things had been the way they had.  The thing is... I was already on my way back.  But now when I deliver all my wonderful work, this cunt is gonna think it was because of his inspirational talk.  Fuckin' cunt.

Anyway... I went out and got pished last night, I know it was a mistake.  But it wasn't too bad, and I'm not gonna let this cunt get me down.  I still feel pretty good about things, and I'm determined now to become indespensible at the company, and *then* fuckin' leave.  Hahaha...

Fuck 'em.... Cunts...