Fucking Kill Me
Oh my fucking god, do jobs get any shittier than this? Of course the answer is yes, I could always be a spooge-mopper at an adult theater. Somehow, "At least I'm not mopping up cum," doesn't lift my spirits very much. I cannot stay awake for anything. Unless I'm not working. If I play Spider Solitaire, I'm awake. If I chat with Phil, I'm awake. If I look for another job, I'm awake. If I try to get something done here, I'm hunched over in my chair, snoring softly, typing five hundred lines of:
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Waking up to that is awesome and always puts me in a good mood. It only took two months for this job to turn into watching grass grow. Time to split, I think. It's only a shitty temp job anyway.
That wasn't a very interesting update was it? Well, fuck it, I needed something to keep me awake.
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Waking up to that is awesome and always puts me in a good mood. It only took two months for this job to turn into watching grass grow. Time to split, I think. It's only a shitty temp job anyway.
That wasn't a very interesting update was it? Well, fuck it, I needed something to keep me awake.
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