I are not a SLAVE

I promise myself not to blog about anything that will surely create a huge fuss or will make my site as controversial as the one I had before but fuck the nuts out… I can’t bear it any longer.

Some months ago, when I was still struggling to bag this job… the human resources department already gave me a heads up that there are some days that I need to work over time… I thought it was just few extra hours, they didn’t tell me that I am supposed to change my address and use the company’s address for I’ll be spending eternity here.

The work started from shit to even worst than anyone could ever imagine. The difference is I don’t care… I really don’t effin care. I don’t a give a shit whether the team is fanning a huge fire between us and the clients. I don’t give a damn even if they consider us the worst kind of individuals… because it’s not our fault why we got into this mess anyway.

But just as I thought that I do have a black wicked heart, seriously I realized that I am not that bad after all. You see, the manager and I became the best of friend waaaaaaayyyy before this shit time. He was my mentor in every aspect of life and a big ear that I only have that continuously listening to my shitty whining and ranting. And now, he was stuck between the seemingly endless piles of shit loads and crappy management. And moi, having this I don’t care attitude digs an even deeper pit for his grave. Even though I am so trying hard to make his life a bit easier to deal with most especially after reading another mail from the clients… I felt that the joke that he used to laugh about becomes shittier and shittier everyday.

I pulled exxtraa effort within the last few weeks so I could at least contribute a lot from minimizing his burden but my effort was not enough. Well of course, I can’t give my 200% energy because I still have tons of work waiting for me at home. And just as I thought will happen next. My physical body gave up on me.

It wasn’t the right time for me to be sick but hell must have ganged up on me that left me with no choice… I need rest. But the days that I spent inside my room weren’t a very gladdening moment. My room magically became a conscience chamber equipped with a digital sound system that kept on playing the same music (about how I left my team in hell and I am spending my time in nirvana) on and on.

But obviously, something is fucked up and someone must unfuck it, but that someone is not me either my team mates.

So if I can actually talk to the Big Boss… here’s what I am gonna say:

1. if you want us to die… just say so… we don’t need a guessing game


2. I am sure you understand the word IMPOSSIBLE so let’s not make it possible


3. just in case you forgot… you don’t hire magicians and we are not GOD


4. if you want us to finish this all up… stop the time


5. stop making us believe that we can do it… REALITY BITES! WE CAN’T… if you want us to believe on that rubbish, do it first, we’ll back you off!


6. WE NEED MANPOWER!!! LOTS OF MANPOWER!!! If you don’t know how to count… I’LL HELP YOU!!!


7. WE NEED COMPUTERS!!! GOOD WORKING COMPUTERS WITH FAST CONNECTIONS


8. and lastly… please tell your other minions (the guys based abroad) that we are not the one in charge of cleaning up their mess… it takes a lot of time and we are the one suffering

So that’s it… You see, I am trying to love my job, I think I need help.