SebastianG
Junior Member
- Jul 15, 2011
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#Rant; Self-employed trying to find clients in a shitty country rotten by corruption and parasites, have a mini-studio place as a work office.
I can't go to the office anymore. After the bad winter I keep associating it with bad, negative stuff. It's just stupid, I shouldn't have used it during the winter
I hate the look people give me when I come around here.
I hate the woman at the gate staring at me like I'm a rapist intruder.
I hate the woman that opens the door after I rang the intercom fifteen times.
I hate the ten minutes waiting in terrible blizzard for someone to pass so I can get it.
I hate the people coming around here to kick the drums and blow my head off.
I hate the cold that comes out of every single hole in this pathetic excuse for an office.
I hate the speakers that sound like they're constantly flooded with water in a pool of honey.
I hate the dust on the walls that keeps coming back.
I hate the dirt printed in the carpet that can't be cleansed.
I hate the smell of burnt oil every time I enter this place like it was a mechanic's workshop
I hate the panicked security guard every time I leave at 11 P.M like I've stolen something from the building.
I hate the crushing laser-cutting 20 minutes of wind and cold until I get "home".
I hate it all.
I'll look for a new office.
[Sorry guys, just had to blow some steam]
I can't go to the office anymore. After the bad winter I keep associating it with bad, negative stuff. It's just stupid, I shouldn't have used it during the winter
I hate the look people give me when I come around here.
I hate the woman at the gate staring at me like I'm a rapist intruder.
I hate the woman that opens the door after I rang the intercom fifteen times.
I hate the ten minutes waiting in terrible blizzard for someone to pass so I can get it.
I hate the people coming around here to kick the drums and blow my head off.
I hate the cold that comes out of every single hole in this pathetic excuse for an office.
I hate the speakers that sound like they're constantly flooded with water in a pool of honey.
I hate the dust on the walls that keeps coming back.
I hate the dirt printed in the carpet that can't be cleansed.
I hate the smell of burnt oil every time I enter this place like it was a mechanic's workshop
I hate the panicked security guard every time I leave at 11 P.M like I've stolen something from the building.
I hate the crushing laser-cutting 20 minutes of wind and cold until I get "home".
I hate it all.
I'll look for a new office.
[Sorry guys, just had to blow some steam]
