Lil Me wrote:
Was there a steak sale, Michel... Holy cow (pardon the pun).
How`s the paving project, P.C. My question mark button is not working. It makes ``É`` instead. I wonder if Heckyl left it on the French keyboard.
I`ve been stressed about work for the last couple of months. To the point where my stomach is in knots and I can`t sleep. It`s crazy, I thought that working for someone else would reduce the stress in my life instead of self-employment....but not when I fret over things that are outside my purview...but seem to fall under my umbrella...like accounting bloopers from past periods, and inventory problems, and cash flow issues, and a sales rep who can`t add numbers- so her quotes are a mess, and IT network problems, and service techs who don`t submit their time sheets--and are probably stealing product from the warehouse, hence the inventory problems. The boss is going away for a week, and uh, I don`t think it`s going to be a good week for me...
*takes deep breath*
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(Spoken in Captain Kirk speak with dramatic pauses, hyperbole to the max as usual, emo myspace/facebook note post style)
I came to the same conclusion about stress in the workforce, thus I decided to follow the path of my prof, whose never had a job in his life, as proclaimed in one of his humorist academic papers about life passing by. But then I realized, I can't write, as I was taught in private schools, and was a public school drop out in grade 8, for reasons of being bored with it all, and wanting to get away and wander the country side in search of Eden, for freedom, or so I told the principals, who were bewildered at my struggle. Now, that I've reached university, I don't do enough drugs like the smart kids, so therefore, I don't get papers that go 'wow! brilliant' but 'woah wtf,' so I realized this dream was just as real as the name I gave my shadow. So I, in search for that garden of Eden, the mythical land of 6 weeks vacation, and a 32hr work week, I started wandering.
Hope that helps
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