If only Elvis had taken his own advice. He wouldn't have allowed his life to become the downward spiral it became, culminating in toilet death while choking on a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. He should have seen the signs, sucked his enormous gut in and driven away from that old heartbreak hotel in one of his many Cadillacs.
As for me, well, the past year, especially the recent few weeks, have been rather trying. While I've managed to enjoy my life outside of work quite successfully, my work life has seen better days. It's just one disappointing day after the next and I wish I could say I had any control over it. At work, you're in the hands of so many other people who, if they don't give a shit, and most don't... if the just want to go home early and fuck anyone else in the equation, and they do... if your clients start becoming tyrants and the agency says "more please" and they are... you have three options:
1) Do the right thing and stay put, while trying to initiate positive change for everyone's benefit.
2) Realise that even though you've been trying for years, option 1 is a bust. Time to walk to the kitchen to start preparing a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich, thereafter heading to the shitter where you'll hope for the best.
Let's see what happens.
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