Dismantle My Bed

I haven’t been getting much writing done at work lately. You see, “upper management” decided to institute quotas on we, the wee peons in the claims department. No, those are not unnecessary quotation marks. I think that the term “upper management” is one of the most ridiculously pompous, let-me-declare-to-you-my-importance terms in our stupidly corporate society. Those quotations marks are actually imperative.

Under average, ordinary circumstances, I really wouldn’t give two shits about losing my job, but since we are in full-on debt pay down mode, I need to keep the cash coming in at the pathetic trickle that my job provides. So that means I’ve been spending a majority of my time at work actually working. Okay, so more like fifty percent, but it’s still a helluva lot more than I used to do, and I’m still pissed the fuck off about it.