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I understand being totally obsessed with work. What I don't understand is how after all these years, with me in my fucking 40s, I'm still a weak affirmation seeking twit when the pressure is on. I _need_ my posts, my whining, an audience - why?

I've passed a hump - getting sick again and losing comp time sort of sapped the shit-care out of me. Now I know I'm losing a couple of cases, I hardly know what is going on, and I'm just sort of (barely) going through the motions. I don't care and frankly this agency deserves to lose for not giving the resources or monitoring the self-performance-metric-creating autocrats.

Or is it my fault for not having the cojones to find out what to report, who to, and to blow the whistle? Is this disaster obvious enough to qualify as waste, fraud, and abuse?

Why are female genitalia insults (twat, cunt) and male ones points of price (balls, cojones, be a dick)?

I'm not fun right now - not even interesting sad or angry. Just tired and grumpy; an old man.

I should talk about perversion, poiltics, or piss people off - anything to be more interesting. Workity work work work.

Work work work work work that pussy work work work that pussy work that pussy
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