I hate rats and I hate snitches.
Playground rules separate the women from the men, the girls from the boys. I hate rats. People who snitch on other people for their own personal gains, or worse yet, to get themselves out of trouble, are the worst fucking people on planet Earth. I should know, I work with those bitches.
Back when I sold drugs, snitches got their asses handed to them. Fuck, the rats that lived after the ratting had to move lest they be killed. Nobody ratted on anybody in that business or they went down. And it all stemmed from something simple: school yard rules.
Here's how it worked on the playground in school: those who snitched were either pussies or girls. If you weren't a girl, ratting someone out landed you in a world of hurt. If you were a girl, it just met you needed to find a different group of guys to kiss.
And, despite the women's rights movement, that still holds true. Girls love drama and they love being right, and for the most part, they don't grasp the greater good. They complain and they bitch until someone hears them. And, thanks to politics, they get listened to.
My writing sucks lately (I have snitches who complain about my being happy and surfing the net and writing at work so I have no time for the creative process) because I hate my job now, and I loved it a few weeks ago. I have snitch bitches all up in my business. And I have to deal with that.
Sorry for the lack of comedy. And thanks for listening.
Oh and, after I quit, can I crash at your place?