Instant Rage

I am experiencing, what I like to label as unparalleled instant rage at this very moment. The way things work here, at this very location where I earn bread and butter are akin to tossing a cat into a toy box and expecting Marvin to roll out. The people who are seemingly incharge have the ability to organize lettuce in a salad bowl and nothing more. Limitation is the key. Haplessness is a virtue. Disorganization is a passion. Fucking monkey wrench. Functioning like a professional firm is as difficult as trying to put on a pair of pants, one leg at a time in the humble words of Christopher Walken.