It’s really unfortunate that no matter how hard I try at my job, it’s never going to matter. I have worked my fucking ass off since the day I started working there and still nothing’s good enough.
Beyond that, i’m “sister” enough to be guilted into going to dinner with the grandmother you fucking HATE, but i’m not “sister” enough to be liked by even fucking association.
I follow every fucking rule this particular manager lays down to the letter and still she acts like nothing I do is good enough.
And Franklin, I already know I can’t compare to Dani, I just didn’t realize it left me out in the dust when it came to being accepted.
Why is it i’m only “accepted” to a certain extent ANYWHERE I go? No matter where it it.
Morning and evening / Maids heard the goblins cry: / “Come buy our orchard fruits, / Come buy, come buy:
I first read this poem in British Literature II in college and I love it. It’s very long but also very cool.
The reading of it by Leonard Wilson for Librivox.org is particularly good. He does awesome voices for the goblins.
This poem is also quoted in Doctor Who apparently, in “Midnight.” I looked it up; it’s one of the things that comes out when everyone’s repeating each other on the bus The Doctor is on.