Forgive me for I must vent.

I know other people have bad days too, but I will feel better if I can spit out the venom before it poisons me. Warning: Strong language.

I hate the city that I work in. I despise the job that I work for in the city that I hate. I hate the commute through the run-down, rotting carcass of the maggot infested city to get to my less than beloved farce of a job.

What city do I go to work in? Glad you asked. I work in the cesspool they call Birmingham, Alabama; the chocolate starfish of the south. If you ever have a chance to visit Alabama, specifically Birmingham, my advice to you is: don’t. Go anywhere else in the state except for Birmingham. Avoid it like you’d do if it was the Plague.

Why do I hate Birmingham, besides it being a backwards waste of space and concrete? Let me count the ways while I try to educate at the same time. The city has a mayor that is a hair’s breath away from being put into jail because he was caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Half of the city council not too long ago got tossed into jail for pretty much the same thing and the people who live in the city love this guy!

The city’s roads and educational system is going to hell in a hand basket but the city wants build a new domed stadium. A domed stadium may sound good but there is nothing here to support a stadium. We have no football teams. (We can’t keep them. No one supports them when they play. No income). The events we do have are barely enough to keep the existing civic center in business. It’s funny. Everyone here in the city wants this and that, but they won’t lift a finger to support anything. Birmingham tries to compete with places like Huntsville (in north Alabama), Atlanta, and Nashville and other big regional cities and failing horrendously at it. If you were a big promoter and you had three choices to house your big event, where would you go: Atlanta, Nashville, or run down Podunk Birmingham?

Another reason is taxes. I pay with a hell of a lot other people an occupational tax. I pay for the privilege (I use that term rather loosely here) to work in a city/county I don’t even live in! I have no say in local government. To make matters even better, city council likes to pass bills (like the recent hike in sales tax) with out letting everyone to vote on it. It caused a big stir and there was a public outcry. The city handled it like it usually does with similar problems: either fling enough bullshit or ignore it until it goes away.

There is quite literally nothing here in the city to do on Friday nights unless you like to get mugged. There is nothing but the typical stuff you see in every city: McDonalds, Burger King and the like, but there is nothing outside of the zoo and other places on the outskirts and beyond the city limits. When the American Idol people were here searching for local talent a couple years back the main complaint the Idol hopefuls had was “there is nothing here to do!”

Crime. Every city has it. It is an unfortunate byproduct of civilization. Stupidity is also a part of the human condition. And sad to say Birmingham has both. Last year we had some moron who was on the city payroll proclaiming that the jail population was predominantly black therefore the cops were mostly racist. Fact time: the population of the city of Birmingham is 80% African-American. I’m not racist but I do believe in the law of averages. Of course there will be more African-Americans than any other race in the prison system here in Birmingham because there are more African-Americans that live in the city than any other group! The same thing proportionally would happen if there were more whites that lived in the city: more whites in jail than any other group! Same thing goes for Asians, Indians, Klingons and Ninjas! Funny thing was that the police chief at the time was an African-American woman who did her job well in spite of the idiots over her.

I hate my dead end job. I have usual complaints that everyone else has about theirs. Dead-end, low pay, asshole bosses, idiot customers among other things that shines up my work day like a good old can of turd polish.

I’m trying to find a job near my fiancé’s place because were I work at now is way too far away. I would be driving 140 miles round trip every day to and from work from the apartment I got lined up (which incidentally 4 blocks from Tiffany’s house). I need a job closer in before I can get my apartment and I wont go broke paying for gas and the general wear and tear on my car. I want to be near my babydoll but I cant with out a job to pay for the apartment and so on. See the predicament I’m in and its eating me up alive! (Why not move in with her you may ask. I don’t want to be an unemployed burden. I know she wont think that but let us say it’s a guy thing. I wanna pull my own weight).

Lord knows I’ve been moving heaven and earth to make this work. Tiffany, bless her heart is doing the best she can too. What gets me and the reason for this journal entry is when I drive through this stupid city going to my crap-tastic job wondering if someone is going to try to car jack me plus all of these negative emotions I wrote about and trying to make things work and the slight feeling of futility that tends to creep in leaves a bitter taste like bile in my mouth.

Thanks to the recession we are experiencing now, gas and food prices going up and good jobs are hard to come by. I don’t pretend to understand the system that determines the way things are priced and I don’t know who to blame for making normal people’s lives harder than they need to be but who ever they are I say the following with all the heart felt emotions I can possibly conjure up:

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU WITH A BIG RED RUBBER DILDO UNTIL YOUR ARM GETS TIRED! THEN BREAK IT OFF IN THEM AND BEAT THEM TO DEATH WITH THE REST OF IT!

In conclusion:
Fuck Birmingham.
Fuck my penny ante job.
Fuck all the idiots who make things in life harder than they need to be.
And if I left anyone or anything that belong on the list, fuck them too.

Fucking A
Timnomonin