I thought up an idea today as to why I'm stuck in the skull fucking trenchery of my day job taking tall orders from social outcasts (so ostracized in life that lepers won't associate with them, let alone receive the occasional invite for an after hours libation liberation from workmates who despise their already droll existence in our office [further compounding an already unjust and vicious self-defeating cycle that is taken out on me because hey, there's just not enough room at the so-called 'cool kids table' for your fumbling awkwardness--still haven't learned that lesson in your mid-40's have we?]) that make the buku bucks to sit and stare like pigs on a shit farm and make my life miserable. And it applies to most people in life as well.

It's the sign that needs to be hung in every managerial office from here to Hong Kong and it reads, "I'm listening to you, I just don't care."