Maybe I'm just weird but I don't understand why a majority of people act like a job is your life.
No, I don't care if you work 55 hours a week and I don't; please don't expect me to work like a dog simply because you sold your soul to some Sugar-Daddy employer.
No, I don't care if I climb the corporate ladder; ladder climbing can hurt like a ***** when you fall off it (especially if you're on the top or near it).
No, I don't care about the workplace politics. I don't care about what drama the CEO had this week at the meeting...and no, I don't care whether he hates my guts or not.
No, I don't care if everyone else at the company hates me as well. **** them. Most of them are complete morons anyways.
No, I don't care our stock goes to hell. Most stocks nowadays aren't worth toilet paper. I've always lived the cheap life so it's just a breather if you lay me off due to the economy collapsing (as it does every other year).
No, I don't care about all the 'employee empowerment' and 'team building' exercises you try to put me through. Everyone knows it's brainwashing. And take down those Motivational posters too before I throw **** at them.
No, I don't care if I am working the same job 5 - 10 years in a row. If I am happy where I am at, there's no need for me to stress out.
No, I don't care if you think my workload is too easy or not. WHy should I do your work and someone else's?
No, I don't care that you drive some Honda/BMW/Lexus thing to work. You look like a clown driving it.
No, I don't care that you think I'm not a leader. If you want a leader, go look for Optimus Prime (or Megatron depending on your demeanor.)
No, I don't care that you had a baby and you're bringing pictures and videos of your Hellspawn to work. Do us a favor and jump down the elevator shaft.
No, I don't care if your work clothes are the latest in Yuppie wear. You don't look sophisticated or smart, you look like Dilbert in drag and 100 lbs heavier (and your head reminds me of a Jack O Lantern)
No, I don't care for your wierd music you play in the office. That **** makes me want to hang myself, I'd rather listen to my sister's bunga bunga rap music instead of that.
No, I don't care if you think I say "I don't care if" too many times.
And no, I do NOT care for your Three-Mile-Island biochemical disaster that you call a potluck. If I were an inspector I'd have the building condemned just for THAT.
Live free or Die!