It's not checkers. It's Chinese Chess, you ignorant fuck.

But that's besides the point.

Really, do you have anything important to do, you moron? You just had to stick your nose into other people's business. Here's OUR story then, fag.

Our superior ordered us to stand by and wait 10% of the total time of training before taking the roster upstairs. We can just stick around the office and come down to get it come 10% of the time, but no. We were told, drones that we were, to wait. In simpler terms, we were ordered, absurd and pointless as it is, to idle away at least one hour of our time. At that particular training, it was 2 hours and 20 minutes.

So tell me, what the HELL do you expect us to do while waiting? Reading can only get us so far. And this isn't exactly a place where adult reading is welcomed. Chess stimulates the brain and eats up plenty of time. What, does it affect workplace morale? Do the employees' heads spontaneously burst into flames at a mere glance at a chessboard? Is your feeble brain feeling harrassed at the subliminal suggestion of mockery at your imbecility? ("Neener neener you sucked at chess while you were a kid, remember?") Were you held down as a kid and sodomized with chess pieces? Or is it because you don't understand Chinese chess, and had to take out your frustration at your ignorance on us? (All you had to do was ask how to play, fucker.)

You know what? I think you're just a sad prick who gets his jollies at pissing on people's shoes. Nobody likes a fink, you asshole. Just what the fuck do you expect to accomplish by telling on us? Ooh, no. We're playing Chinese chess in the corridor. We're costing the company billions! BILLIONS, GODDAMNIT! IN THIS FINANCIAL CRISIS THIS COULD MEAN THE END OF THIS COMPANY AS WE KNOW IT!!!! PUT THE MOTHERFUCKING CHESS SET DOWN AND GET TO WORK! Except, oh, wait, we ARE working, you fat fuck. We're doing exactly as we're told. And simply decided to spend our inevitably resulting free time wisely by playing chess instead of holding inane conversations about some coked up celebrity screwing another asshole celebrity's wife. We're not like you. We don't while away our time on shit.

Maybe if I read a graphic porn novel that would put Sade's 120 Days of Sodom to shame, except it's cleverly disguised as a company policy manual, nobody would say a word. Bust out a chess set and everyone starts frothing at the mouth and scrambling for our boss. Have a wank in the john, a quickie in the janitor's closet, or a smoke outside, nobody says shit. Unbelievable. We could be doing worse things. Is it really that bad to play chess on company time? We're being made to wait either way. It's all a matter of WHAT we do with our time. Whatever's cool, as long as it keeps us occupied for 2+ hours. Or maybe you would rather have us stare at the wall the whole time. How about we hang out at the food court and get some shut eye?

Trust me, I'd rather be doing real work. But since MY work was to sit on my ass, that's exactly what I'll do. I'm not a real employee like you. I don't have a real cubicle and real work to do. I don't have a computer and paperwork to process. THIS is my work. Let me do it. You don't see me barging into your cubicle and have a motherfucking seizure at the sight of an iota of deviation from standard corporate shit.

So really, is playing Chinese chess really that offensive to you? Is it so bad that you simply HAD to walk up to our superior and tell her that oooh noooo, some interns are playing CHECKERS! FUCKING CHECKERS IN THE CORRIDOR! SOMEBODY GET A GODDAMN SWAT TEAM IN THERE!

You don't know SHIT, asshole. Fuck off and die in a fire. Go mind your own fucking business. It's not in your job description to mind the way interns choose to kill the very time that they were ordered to kill. We choose to hone our minds. You go right ahead if you wanna lock yourself in a toilet stall and jack off inside your dead grandma's stolen panties, you sick fuck. OH MY GOD SOME INTERNS ARE PLAYING WHAT LOOKS TO BE LIKE CHECKERS WHILE WAITING FOR TWO HOURS FOR THE GODDAMN ROSTER WHAT KIND OF WORLD ARE WE LIVING IN?!??!!?! Fuck-mook. I hope you choke on your stale twinkies and spit. Do us all a favor and die.

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SO. Got a handful of rants and romantic monologues here. Too lazy to put them here. I will though. Soooo some entries, including this one, may not correspond to posting date and time. Meaning, they were written some weeks and days ago. But whatever. It's all good in the hood.