evil is a necessary work

……….or at least thats what I get when I say, “work is a necessary evil” backwards. I never played country music backwards though, to see if I could get my boyfriend back or my dog would come home. Well, the boyfriend dropped dead and fuck the dog - I have a cat now. Fluffy doesn’t bark. His bite is worst than the dogs was, but he doesn’t bark.

Work is a collection of non-interesting freaks. Why am I there then? Cause it comes with a paycheck of course. They pay me far too much for the work I do, but I accept. I get the money from them and then I turn it over to Visa or the Vet. Visa = Bastards & this arrangement is working out for the vet.

I love the vet, she made Fluffy better. She has all my money but - I HAVE A CAT.

Crank is an interesting man, he’s well over forty, he’s even older than me. He wears a comical expression when he’s not scowling. The man goes from one extreme to another, I never know from one day to the next, who I’m working with, Jekyle or Hyde. He does make life interesting though. Yesterday I lost my concentration completely when I looked around and he was bouncing in his chair, chanting something about stupid people. I agree Crank but shut the fuck up. When he’s happy the office is great and when he’s not, it’s not. No one lunatic should have that much power.

Today I found him staring off into space contemplating life, or trying to figure out how to kill us all. You can never be too sure.

So, my work load doubles this week, the pay doesn’t. I’m not liking this situation.

When I got home this afternoon, Fluffy had gotten into the cupboard and got his paws on the dry cat food. The stuff that makes him sick. Payday is tomorrow, good timing cause if Fluffy get sick again, it’ll be a good day for the vet.