Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Day 135 Cumming in my pants



I have been trying to recondition myself to regard the stupid fucking bullshit I go through as pleasurable and to that end I try to relive a moment of orgasm everytime I hear or experience something stupid. In Saudi I'm going to be cumming all of the time.


I regaled you with the tales of my odyssey to find new digs yesterday. In my new apartment I have to now leave the house a half hour earlier every day and walk over to my site director's apartment because he is a fat lazy fuck. We now arrive at the school at 7:15 which is now a full 2.5 hours before any fucking Saudi shows up and 15 minutes before I'm supposed to be on the clock. So we walk up to the door at 7:15 and the door is locked. They stood around until 7:30.

It's not bad enough we have to be up at 6:45. On Mondays we have weekly meetings in which our boss will develop some useless topic revolving around bullshit we don't care about or is non-applicable to this particular situation. Today's lesson was this bullshit





The meeting was called for 2 45 but it didn't start until 3 because these fucks couldn't figure out how to configure the speaker and computer with the limited number of outlets we have. After the video the boss asks so how can we implement this into our program. 20 minutes of bullshit and nonsense including the statement that these students are brilliant( which they aren't by any rubric you want to apply) the clock strikes 3:30 and they are still talking.It must be some form of ass kissing or a narcissism because they won't shut up and we are off the clock at this point.

2 comments:

  1. I've seen that child-driven bullshit lecture too. Was that the shit where they set up a computer in India somewhere and let the children play with it? Some retards think that you can plop your kids in front of a computer and turn them into Mensa geniuses after they piss around on it for a while.

    The dumb shit lecturer doesn't realize that those kids will give up their "child-driven" learning after the novelty of having a computer wears off.

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