so you think they would have given me a break in my yearly performance review but they didnt.

if there are any prospective employers out there who are considering hiring me, know that there is a lot of stuff that i could write about the hour that i just spent

funny things

sad things

incredibly curious things that would have you scratching your head thinking, “why on earth does pierce put up with that?”

things that made me seriously consider crying tonight,

despite getting my annual $300 raise.

no, the xbi isnt for everyone, and it really isnt for me any more. and even though it could be huge blog fodder full of interesting characters, fascinating situations, and deep deep insights into hollywood i will not be typing about it.

why?

because i think that there is something to be said about pissing where you eat. not that im afraid that i will lose my job. “losing” this job would be the best thing that could happen to me at this point of my life. tantamount to losing a tumor. losing a tapeworm. losing 20 pounds.

call it idealism but i think that what is done and said in the privacy of a closed door meeting should be kept private for the benefit of all parties.

unless of course the screenplay could be sold for millions.

which this one could.

especially if i wrote it.

which of course i could.

cuz its funny and bizarre and twisted and real and probably what lots of you go through every day.

but today isnt bitch about the xbi day.

today is celebrate big tanky’s birthday day.

which im fixin to do with this hot cuban girl reading peacefully on my black leather couch.

and in the morning i will do something i havent done in three years.

i will go to the corner, get a paper

and go straight to the classifieds.

and start living up to my potential.

at the ripe old age

of 110.

happy birthday big tanky, i hope today finds you happy, healthy, and drunk.

atrios linked my thing about the instapundit after brian linse did, and i thank them both.