take this job an' shove it....

[army_of_plastic]

it's a brutally liberating feeling to no longer have to report to a fiendishly overgrown hot dog pushcart. no more harsh, tedious nights watching the crack cocaine tricks and freaks parading down the boulevard from a distant window. no more stress associated with making boatloads of food within a ridiculously short time frame, no more tings of regret feeling slightly cheated every other friday from slick underhanded accountant tricks. no more ever growing mountains of bereaucracy and uncool rules that comes with imminent corporatehood. with fall semester lingering 'round the corner, it was a star-crossed affair of sweat and frankfurters anyway.

now cranking out a resume is alot harder than first anticipated.

this is all for now.

r.