21.12.09

A little truth.

Want to know a secret?

I spent most of the day at work today fucking with my bosses' computer. I know it's not good form to state something like that quite like that, but I've got three jobs and no one will ever read through this blog closely enough to notice, anyway.

Anyway. I don't do anything overt. I just play with it. Delete her solitare highscores and the like. If you can't give me more than three hours notice that I'm supposed to be working, maybe you should pull your boots up and write me up a schedual, because until then you don't deserve to beat my score, and thus replace my enigmatic little message that I've had sitting in first place for the last few weeks.

I get that this sounds totally uninteresting, so I should point out, she doesn't actually know for sure that anyone is touching her desk. For the last month, I've had the fun of watching her pull out her hair trying to figure out why everything's been slightly changed, why all her saved files are suddenly even more horribly misspelled than usual, and why every bit of security she puts up is nicely back in place when she gets back. I can be bloody sneaky, a lousy password and some cleverly placed things aren't enough to catch me, chum.



It might suprise you to know that this blog was actually going to be alot deeper, and more or less explore the sentiment that I've thrown away most of my chances and have wasted my life. As it turns out, I just kept getting more impressed with my ability to fuck around with an idiot, to the point where I decided that maybe my life wasn't such a waste. Who knows, if it turns out I can cause cardiac arrest in a fat waste of air, maybe I'll have a purpose after all.

3 comments:

  1. When I wasn't fucking with my boss' shit, I was drinking with the girls from Roots or hooking up with people on the roof. Good times, given how inhereintly depressing being a mall cop seems.

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  2. Fuck, Arlene was a tool of a boss. I'm surprised I never glued all her shit to the desk or steal things. What would she do, call security?

    "I didn't see nothing, ma'm."

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  3. I've realistically spent more time fucking around at work, collectively, than I have working. Some jobs deserve more effort than others, though.

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