Paper BS and Road Reality

One of my coworkers, Mr. “Mc” is one of my favorite people. Unfortunately, I am probably not one of Mr “Mc’s” favorite people.

You see, Mr. Mc has been tasked to write an assessment of my job performance. Mr. Mc wants to do a good job, but I’m not helping much. Despite the fact I’m kick-ass, my company has some need to assemble a paper mountain of bullshit on me. It sucks. Like I said, I haven’t helped Mr Mc very much. I’m a POS when it comes to paper mountains, and I’m even worse when it comes to writing about me.

You’re probably asking, “you have time to write this nonsense. Why don’t you just do this favor for Mr. Mc?” Well, I am. Right now. I’m doing corporate paperwork on a Saturday freaking night in one of the live cities in the US. I could be at a club, having a drink, watching some fine adult ladies; instead I’m writing an assessment. My life sucks.

Which, by the way, I’m staying in a hotel here. There’s a couple in the room next to me that’s having a GREAT Saturday. Yep. I’d tell them to “get a room”, but they already have a room. They’ve been sharing the pleasures of their day with me.

After the chick started making a hella lot of noise in there, I started clapping. The guy grunted something about “great”. Probably regarding his own performance.


About bittersportspills

I love sports. I don't love the hype, homerism, ratings talk, self-important egomaniacs, bias or any of the other nonsense you get with the national media. Nor will you get the two clowns on sports talk radio who stage phony arguments. It doesn't make it entertaining. It makes it time to turn on your iPod and jam instead of listening to white noise generators. This is the sports blog for you, the ones who don't like everything Los Angeles or New York. Just because the sporting media is based there doesn't mean we have to like their teams. We do treat them fairly, though. That means if one of those cities has an average QB who plays particularly well...we'll note it. If they're garbage, we'll say so. Instead of crying "why, why, why" like a certain sports media homer did in his radio broadcast. This isn't my job...I have a real one. Nevertheless, I'll post here when I make an observation. Common sense in sports is nearly dead. Now we're attempting to bring it back.
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