Hello, faithful readers.

Welcome to my world. This is where I commit to tell it like it is. I am your storyteller. I've been working on a project with a few dozen people. These people (the spiteful players) will be my first subject. The first several posts may be a bit negative, so if this isn't for you...check back in a week. I need a place to vent.

I've been living in what can only be described as a compound for the last month or so. It sucks ass because I live with a bunch of little shits that I really can't stand. I shouldn't put all of them in this category, but most of them certainly need an attitude adjustment. On Monday, I get to be the one to give it to them. You see. I am their boss. They work for me and yet I think they have lost sight of who it is that brought them here and pays them for the work. They all think they are so fucking talented and wonderful that certainly I will hire them back. Wrong! So...so wrong. At this point, I don't care if they can all shit gold. Most of them will never see a paycheck with my company's name on it again. Let's get to it...shall we.

Attitude Queen: This is my least favorite of the group. Attitude Queen befriended me early on, led me to believe it was trustworthy and dedicated only to stab me in the back by speaking openly with such statements as "she doesn't know what she's doing" in reference to my skills. Really, Attitude Queen? I don't know what I'm doing? That's interesting. Who signs the checks and who doesn't know where it's next meal is coming from? That's right. Just because you can't seem to execute it doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing. It just means you are not as fabulous as you think you are. Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

Tool Man: You are poison. You've really done a lot to rip the group apart. I hope the incessant complaining and rabble rousing was worth it. Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon. What was that? Oh, sorry. A song just popped in my head. Moving on.

Diva: You will never take my place, so focus your energy someplace else. Honey, I know you have a little poison posse in your corner telling you you should take my place. Keep on dreaming. It's never gonna happen. By the way...how is the weather in in in Northern North America?

Cheater: Listen, there is still hope for you. You have never been rude to me or the other dreamer. Don't let your association with the haters bring you down. Her pussy is not going to cut you a check next year, so pull out of this relationship while you can.