Corporate Red Tape

Or whatever equivalent sort of bullshit you'd call it. Listen, I have a job to do, and while I don't exactly do it at a regular pace, I'd like to not hear fucking Slow Ride, Don't Fear the Reaper, and any other song that seems to just be mocking me right now. Fucking issues all the time lately. First, a busted laptop. Second, shitty Wi-Fi. I get it, it's magical and fully paid for, but I'm currently trying to offload so much data on to our personal servers. It'd be nice to not be stuck at a loading screen with a blue circle buffering at about 1% every ten seconds. And third, most of all,  this website has been fucking with me. Not letting me change fonts, highlighting everything in red. Even my writing is off, sounds like it's been fucking covered in krazy glue and glitter. It happens here or there, maybe some mistranslated wording, or even expressions. I sound.. nice. Even fucking cheery. I said "Thank you very much" to one of our ...

Fucking.. just.. I hate everything right now. Ugh, ignore me, I'm trying out this new sort of thing, a cold turkey cleanse to break my current dependency. If it's one thing or another, I'm intentionally depriving myself of this shit so maybe actual blood flows in my veins instead of liquid caffeine. I sound like I'm in withdrawal. Honestly,  the booze wasn't the issue either. It was the hangover that got to me, and the coffee that kept me up to keep me from falling asleep at my desk. Usually a certain blue haired girl kept me up, but she's currently away on business. Damn it Jack, I saw your comment on my last post. Don't call me out like that, all the way wherever you are... You bitch. Quit making me express myself about this. Listen. Or read.. whatever the fuck you're doing with this thing. I'm Jack's... boss? Bodyguard? Best friend? I don't know, some mix of all three plus the guy that tries to make sure she eats and properly...