i get alot of crap at work and i find myself caring no more than what a janitor would over missing toilet rolls.

I always say that my work resembles a janitor's. We clean up other people's mess and pray that the mess gets cleaned up some day.

Seriously, this job smells. It is puke inducing and it can be fatal. But ive stopped wanting to quit because amidst the daily crap you land yourself in, you get to complain relentlessly to friends who know.

Lunch's the vacation we auditors reward ourselves for the crap we get. Over that fateful hour, we tell each other how this workpaper is screwing us and how we are going to turn it around and cheat the reviewers.

Maybe we are not janitors. We are cheaters. We dont do cleaning anymore. We do hiding. We do lying. We do what it takes to keep the mess out of the glaring eyes.

I hardly care now. Janitor or cheater? I dont care. I really dont.

Its just so much easier when you stop trying and you cant care more.



Today, I am not dying and I wanna be happy.



Goodnight.