Monday, January 11, 2010
We've all heard the "clever" outpouring of complaints forced upon us by even the most seemingly innocent Facebook friend. From your third grade teacher, who your mom made you accept as a friend, to your closest bff, you've heard it all; OMG, WTF, FML, SMH, LMFAO, LMAO, LOL, blah blah f-ing blah. Well 'eff it. I'm joining the cool- kids- crew and starting my own. And here it is, introducing:
FMJ (Fuck My Job)
You know it sucks, why not have a catchphrase for it?! How many hours in your work week do you spend thinking this? 5, 10 hrs? More? I can certainly say more than 10, and now I have a way of letting ALL my Facebook friends, Hell the WHOLE WORLD, know how much I dislike my stinking job.
But SHOULD I be doing this? NO. I SHOULD be trying to fix this minor (major) detail (plot) of my life (existence) into something more meaningful (figure out my life's goals and aspirations). Why is it that we've started to accept that are jobs suck? Do we have to hate our jobs? Is that in the grown-ups manual or something? I must've skipped that part, searching for the sections on drinking and doing whatever I want. Let's return to the time where you learned a trade, say milling or cobbling, and you were that! You lived, studied and changed your damn NAME to that. How many Millers do you know? A handful in your life, at least! Now, how would I look changing my damn name to Tracy Associate Planner in Fine Jewelry? Crazy, I know. And I want to be defined by something I'm passionate about...and that 'aint it. So I have to find my "thing" folks, gotta find it...
Feel free to use FMJ as needed, I know you want to.
Posted by Chick Rose at 6:30 PM