Sad but true. My boss completely spazzed out on me for the upteenth time and I had the most wonderful epiphany. I wasn't happy, I wasn't sad. I simply didn't give a shit! It was such a refreshing feeling of peace. I came back from lunch thirty minutes late and he almost had a heart attack. The way he came at me I thought maybe my ass embezzled some company funds in my sleep or something. I suppressed a weird "what the fuck" look and simply said "ok". "Don't get an attitude with me" he screamed. I wish I could get an attitude since maybe that would mean I actually gave a shit but alas... Do I like my job? Hell Yea! Will I subject myself to countless days of walking on egg shells and feeling bad about the little things that in the big scheme of things don't even register on my "Give-O-Shit" meter? Hell no! And I refuse to apologize for it. Why should I? I can handle my consequences and repercussions like the best of'em. I've become quite good at it actually and if I had it all to do over... well you get the picture.
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