The Crumbling.
Socks Up! - I get up in the mornings telling myself that. Time to throw my flabby body off the bed and march myself into the shower. Then shave, dress, perfume, and go go go! Get to office on time, answer your emails, write up proposals, send them out, call up potential clients, meet and convince them radio will sell anything they want. Don't forget to memorise numbers, statistics, in-flow, out-flow and some of the competition's figures too. Then watch out for sneaky numbnuts at the office... the types that suck up but can't do a shred of real work. They'll throw as much on you as they can cos they have an M.C. emergency every other week. Then there are the bosses to impress who - as a rule of thumb - remember only the fuck-ups, but not the ball-busting you put yourself through.
Sigh.
The rat-race in a well-worn nutshell. And i still haven't seen the big bucks. What's it all for? To prove to myself i have what it takes to make it in life? That line's wearing thin i gotta admit, however true. FUCK. My soul is dead. What the fuck have i signed up for?
Sigh...
Time for bed again.
