Rev. Mitcz’s FOF #7

Posted by Rev. Mitcz

September 20, 2003

Well, well, well… here we are again, eh? I had an incredibly stressful day today.. hell, all week really. But, today was bad. There’s nothing I can specifically point to and say “FUCK OFF!” about, but there are a few things I’ve missed in my past weeks that are worth mentioning here. So, let’s get it on…

Even though I feel a lot better these days - I still have to send out a big FUCK OFF to myself. I allowed my self-esteem, my self-worth, my fuckin’ life to be controlled emotionally by how much corporate asshole were willing to hire me. If you’ve kept up with this site at all in these past few months - you’d know they wanted me there about as bad as they wanted to be called “The Next Enron”. If your memory is hazy, or you want to see an example of how bad I felt about myself because of my inability to get a decent job - then you can read this.

Yes, I’ve got a new job. Best job of my fuckin’ life, actually. A mini-dream job. I work for a company called WebQuest. They handle, amongst other things, the online business of Vivid and Hustler. Anything that is done online with either of those two companies, is done by WebQuest. I work in the Vivid department - and I’m one of only 2 designers in that dept. So, yeah, I’m kickin’ it Vivid-style now. I’ll tell ya - it’s a lot easier to be creative and happy when you actually feel good about the product/service you’re pitching. I’ve had more ideas for this company in my 2 weeks with them than I had in my first 6 months of being w/Diamond Intl (the former porn company I worked for). They’ve even gone ahead with one of my ideas - surprised the hell outta me. My idea was mentioned at the tail-end of my first meeting that we have once a week w/the entire Vivid Dept. (a total of maybe 7 people), and by the next time we met, Steven Hirsch (President of Vivid, currently being filmed for a pay-cable documentary on the adult industry) had already signed off on the idea and wanted to see us go forward with it. That’s cool to me. I like feeling important and coming up with “new and exciting” ideas.

Okay, so here’s what’s fucking off this time around:

Every single motherfucker on the I-5, and the 101. I wake up at 7am over here in Anaheim so I can drive all the way out to Westlake Village, and just barely make it to work at 10am. When I leave there at 7pm, I get home around 8:30pm. Sometimes, on Tuesday nights, when traffic is slight - I can make it home in about an hour. So, every car except mine that’s on the freeway is one more car I’ve gotta put up with and spend more time stuck behind in gridlock traffic for 3.5 - 4 hours a day.
G.W. Bush and his damn “war”. This week it annoys me b/c I’m spending a goddamned mini-fortune on gasoline. The bastard
The feminist whore in L.A.’s congress who likes to claim that “stripping is degrading to women”. No doubt she pressured everyone else into signing the Anti-Lap-Dance bill by saying “listen - if you’re against banning them, then you’re PRO women’s defamation and degradation”. Who can say no to that? It’s difficult - and no one had the cajones to stand up to her. The few that may have apparently been overruled and scared into the UNANIMOUS 13-0 vote in favor of banning lap dances in L.A. Believe me, I plan to go into this one in quite some detail later on down the line.
These fuckin’ high-horse apartment complexes in downtown L.A. (where I’m trying to get a place) - few of them are open on weekends, and the ones that are tend to stop “walk-in tours” at least 2-3 hours before the office actually closes. This wouldn’t be a problem, if they didn’t say on all their marketing material “WALK-INS WELCOME”. If walk-ins are so fuckin’ welcome - then why, in a complex 15 stories high with 400+ apartments, do you not have a single fucking manger, tour-guide, realtor.. ANYTHING for an entire Saturday? Worse yet, we give the managers a call to say “we’re here - we want a tour, we have money” and they say “come back on Monday” and hang up. Monday? Do you people in fuckin’ I-have-no-clue-Land not realize that people who could afford to live in these posh places actually WORK mondays? Jesus christ…
These horse-fucking pig-dog motherfuckers. If I were a prayin’ man, I’d pray for their long, untimely, painful, slow death - several weeks after having them turned into quadriplegic stumps forced to watch a gay porn marathon, and being intravenously fed Carl’s Jr burgers. Yes, I’m a sadistic asshole. But, c’mon - do you really think they don’t deserve that kind of pain?

…it’s been a long week, I’m done for now.

In the meantime - read some entries from my new personal literary idol. This guy’s got more rants, raves, and genius musings than I could ever wet-dream of. I had an e-mail exchange with him recently - and he’s as nice as he is intelligent, and amusing. Chris - you’re the fuckin’ man. SEE HIS SITE HERE.

If you’re looking for a quick read of some of his better work - here’s 2 of my personal faves, depending on your mood:

Brilliantly written (of course) and fuckin’ hilarious!

Also brilliant - but more “deep” than the last one. This article, not to sound entirely cheesy, really got to me deep down - and put Chris Livingston in my literary hall-of-fame almost instantly

Bye now…

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