manheim steamroller

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Urrrgh.

Still too busy. Drawing for picky people. Writing Miss Milliken’s essays. Working overtime. I should keep track of my money better. I work and work, and i don’t really notice the numbers in my bank account changing that much. My savings account remains annoyingly static, while my checking account and credit card just sorta…. fluctuate randomly. I never feel any richer or poorer.

What am i DOING this all for?

This week, i worked a night at that new Manheim place… and it was absolutely horrible. The place is a giant industrial wasteland full of gutted buildings and cracked pavement, and the people there are drooling idiots. The tiny office was filthy, with a stinking restroom and overflowing bags of garbage everywhere. The place looks like something from a post-apocalyptic movie.

It was one of those nights where i watch the sun rise and stare at my own haggard face in a rearview mirror and wonder, am i ever getting out of here? Should i just kill myself now? Because this is awful.

Not even kidding about that.

It’s like my life is just draining away and i can’t stop it.

The first essay i wrote for Miss Milliken got her a 100% grade.

Naturally. I just sent her the second one, let’s see what that one does.

The Schedule Lady just called me and asked me to work at Manheim again next weekend… and i said no. I’ll regret not grabbing the easy cash, and i could hear the ice in her voice because that woman is a sociopathic bitch who expects groveling and gratitude when she deigns to offer such gifts us, the undeserving supplicants.

I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. For the sake of my goddamned soul, i couldn’t go back to that ludicrously shitty place. I need two days off so fucking bad right now. I’d have gone to KRH, but not this place.

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But even in depressing times, there are nuggets of hilarity. The owner of that Protein Wisdom blog that i love to hate so much just outed himself. After years of predictable right-wing macho bluster about how much he hates moochers and parasites and college-educated girly-man liberals, and how he and his conservative brethren are the REAL MEN, the patriots and trailblazers, the independent devil-may-care titans of industry and freedom, the wildcatting cowboys of achievement whom the government wants to tax and enslave because everyone is jealous of their power and success, he revealed…

….that he’s a stay-at-home dad who sponges off his wife, despite the fact that his parents sent him to several prestigious schools where he majored in Creative Writing and Interpretation. And that he should be a famous blogger in the mold of Breitbart and Malkin, but he’s been denied his due by a conspiracy of unseen enemies and saboteurs who won’t allow him to succeed.

I knew that these assholes were guilty of severe projection, but damn, that’s amazing. I thought he’d at least turn out to be a trucker or an HVAC technician or something respectable.

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I know that everyone in the civilized world has seen these already, but if you haven’t….

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…gross, how can you be that stupid.

I laughed at them. A lot.

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