Pull My Hair Out

Today was one of those days when I wanted to pull my hair out. I don't know how the company does there schedules but I guess for tax reasons or for some other reason their schedule shows the year end was sunday. Even though we technically have one more day untill the end of the year; sunday was the end of the year so things like job tickets and job numbers now need to be for 2008 not 2007. Sam and Laura don't know what the F@#$%^&* their doing! Laura gave us the wrong job numbers and we still had some stuff from last week that we hadn't finished yet but Sam archived and deleted those F@#$%^&*ing job numbers anyway so now we couldn't meter those. And to make matters worse we 50,000 pieces of Lasermark come in. Not only did it come in late but the F@#$%^&*ing job number for that was wrong too so it just sat there for two and half hours until that F@#$%^&*ing idiot Laura finnally gave us the right job numbers and Lasermark had to go out today....all 50,000 pieces of it. We finnally got started on it and actually got alot of it done so that was only a little bit left. So yeah have a Happy F@#$%^&*ing New Year.

Guess What Happened To Me Tonight

Guess what happened to me tonight. I went the Brave New Workshop to see their christmas show. During the intermission I went out to the lobby to get a drink. When I came back to my seat (just before the show started again) one of the actors tapped me on the shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked. Then he led me out to the hallway. As I followed him I thought I was in kind of trouble. I thought someone was going to throw me out of the theatre. Nothing could be farther from the truth. He needed a volunteer from the audience so asked me if I would do it. I foolishly said yes. the first thing we did after I was called up to the stage was a skit about sled safty. We sat down on the stage as if we were on a sled. The next thing I knew his legs were wrapped around me. So we were sleding and then got hit by a truck and rolled around the stage like a couple of dead bodies after being run over. After that we all sang The 12 Days of Christmas. There are two versions of that song. The first one which they did in the first act is basically all the things that your mother screams at you on Christmas. The second version which I sang with them was all the things that your father screams at you on Christmas. We all sang in unison but at certain points everybody has a solo and they scream something funny that you would expect your father scream at you. Now my fear was that everybody would just stop singing and look at me expecting me to know what to say. My fears were put to rest when Mike pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. My line was written on it. The line that I shouted loud and proud was "Do you wanna see a dead body?!" After the show people in the audience who I didn't know at all came up to me and said "good job Eben". Some of them asked me if I was really a volunteer or a plant. All in all it was a fun evening.

Up In A Tower With An AK47

This poem is about people who are bullied because they are missfits. They get so upset about this that they take a gun to a public place such as a bell tower, school yard, or shopping mall and kill people with it. When I was growing up I was also a missfit and I was bullied so I understand where those feelings come from but nothing justifies murder. I would like to show these people that there are other ways to air their dirty laundry without killing people. That's why I'm writing this poem.

UP IN A TOWER WITH AN AK47

Put down your guns and listen to me. I'm gonna tell you something about me. Maybe then you'll see that what you're doing isn't right. I grew up like you. I'm a missfit too. I was bullied just like you. I know you're angry about what they did to you. You think no one understands how you feel. I know sometimes the pain is too real. You're not like the rest. You don't even rank with the best. Now you need to get this off your chest. You're up in a tower with an ak47 because you want to put your pain in someone else's chest. You're only gonna make someone die. You're only gonna make a mother cry. I would consider it a favor if you lay down your gun and think this over. I know you've been hurt. They all made you feel like dirt. I understand your anger but you're so blinded by hate that you don't see. They did the same thing to me. It makes me sad. It makes me mad. It gets me down. I get upset but I don't cut other people down. Instead I sing this song. Maybe it isn't right but at least it's a peaceful way to be wrong.

By Eben Cooper

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