‘We’ don’t like you
I need help. So much help.
My LinkedIN is filling up with messages from people who want to get a paycheck.
Like no, not you.
I asked Kelly about one of the guys. “We don’t like him, right?”
She said, “If you like dead weight, he’s great.”
I’m not responding.
I felt bad about that for a moment.
But then I realized I have a note out to Jimmy that the LOVE OF OUR LIVES is dead. And I ain’t heard jack about that.
So you know what? Go be dead weight somewhere else.
I feel completely behind and out of my fucking gourd every day. I am burned out by 4 p.m. most days. Yet I look at Don’t Treadmill on Me like I run circles around that even when I’m plagued by the poop lettuce. (Goddamn it.)
No one has ever, EVER considered me dead weight.
And I have paid enough of those people a paycheck for one lifetime.