tardholes

you know, there will be jobs that are naturally difficult as the people you're working with are such a bunch of dicks. what if, they had a choice to be either a dick or a bunch of lovely lovely no-complaining, no-fussing workers?

and this isn't even a job.

i didn't want my role, but somehow, i was slapped with it like a rubber chicken to the face. now, i wear that rubber chicken around me and i tell you, it doesn't feel any ol'how good. i shall elaborate, again strictly following the 'allow as much suspense as possible rule'.

i had to meet new people, not warm people but new people i will grow to work with. eventually, at this hour, people will complain. but it's so hard to address their complains, its not easy to accustom EVERYTHING to make EVERYONE happy. best of all: they don't reply to any suggestions, making it surely, a fucking uphill task that doesn't get anywhere. i don't think i made alot of friends there, save for some.

these complains are so hard to solve, its like during a F1 Race, God decides to send a 15m-high wall of concrete unto the track. and there's nothing that isn't drastic that you can do about it. i had two probable solutions drawn up, but implementing either doesn't sound good, since people will complain anyway, if not, helping in any way possible.

i'm trying as hard as possible to strike some sensible balance between democracy and monarchism. i don't want to be an uncaring fuckhead and a total softie and let things be as they are now-cold and left untouched.

please make my job easier people. and please, if you think you can do a better job, by all means, i'm ready to come down and pass the glory to you.

this has gotta be a job with the lowest motivators for ME
-SIGNING OFF
DLC:P

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