Apparently there’s an HR department now at work. Creeping around in the back.

I almost wonder if the were behind getting that one brawd, with a clip board to walk around asking of we’d be interested in a party, and a secret Santa. I shot both down, honestly. I don’t really care either.

But If I got called in because it was a s*** test, I’d be bluntly honest. First off, I thought no it’s retarded that you exist, here. Secondly, I KNEW IT! Thirdly, I love THIS PLACE! I have some time memories. Blood sweat and tears literally. I had a beautiful summer fling with the 21 years old daughter of the ***********’s, the first owners, as you can read in the company’s historical Facebook description… They’re legends. It was great while it lasted, which was about 3 months… The original First Lady hired me. It was a good choice. Last best choice she ever made. I turned out to be amazing.

I took a break and returned during the second regime… THE C****** regime. Soon after my returned we hit a historical RECORD profit year. Glad to participate.

Now… It s****. It just s****. I hate everyone. Including and especially HR. I think you’re existence and lame. lame. This place has a small p****, and all these people scrunching numbers and on laptops, you are the big f***** truck and beard to compensate for it. I should keep an amp and a guitar in my trunk so I can melt their faces in a meeting if it ever occurs.