Tied to the Whipping Post

I been run down, I been lied to,
I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies,
Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.

This is what being a manager feels like these days. I still wonder why I ever said I would be a manager even if it's only an acting position. There is no thanks, only heartache and heart break. How could someone who has made an effort out of being late, playing games on the computer at work, gone around stabbing people in the back think that they should get a good review. Why is it that nowdays people don't think they have to work for good reviews, just show up-sit in their chair, and expect the world to be served up on a silver platter. I've had it, and I'm tired of it, and I'm not going to take it anymore.

What does that mean exactly, I don't know.

So, if someone knows how to break the chains and be set free, let me know.

Until then,

Me in Hellanta.