Good times great life! Whateva

Well after all my down falls, life seems to have taken a turn for the better. After my last posting I was promoted at work to Security Director at an account in El Segundo, leaving me in charge of about 30 security officers. Funny thing life is... now I run around in a suite, acting all buisness like, going to meetings, and being all professional and that kind of bullshit. Little do the people I deal with know I have tatoos all over my arms, love pain and dirt, curse like a sailor, and can out drink most sailors. Now it's "No problem Mrs. Property Management person, my security proffessionals will look into that promptly!" and " regarding that situation last week, you are hereby notified that you are on probation for 90 days." or "There seems to be a trend in Automobile break-ins during this time of month by looking at the incident comparison chart from last year." What I'm actually thinking is "Fuck your Problems property management bitch, my people are over worked and under paid, what do you want you stupid whore!" and "Hey shit bag, you better straighten up before i shit can you." or "Yeah you stupid fuck, people break into cars in the summer, where do you think we are, Heaven!"
Life is funny. But if the Marine Corps taught me one thing, it's that you have to adapt to survive, and that's what I'm doing. Adapting and overcoming. Whoever made up suicide is an idiot. Life is a ride. An odd ass ride, but still a ride!