Irony
I get fired for real from my job, and then my mother gives me a belated christmas gift: A GPS unit with touch screen and voice navigation. And it plays mp3s.
And the voice tells you if you're going the wrong way, or if you're speeding.
"Turn left at the next intersection. You turned right, you are going the wrong way. You are speeding, please slow down. You have run a red light, the police will be notified shortly. In Soviet Russia, light runs you!"
Oh ho ho ho.
And if I don't get a new job in a month, maybe 2, I'm fucked. I might as well be either picking a bridge to live under or bend over for my prison assrape.. and it will probably be the latter.
I think this is justification for finding that manager and putting him in a world of pain.
And the voice tells you if you're going the wrong way, or if you're speeding.
"Turn left at the next intersection. You turned right, you are going the wrong way. You are speeding, please slow down. You have run a red light, the police will be notified shortly. In Soviet Russia, light runs you!"
Oh ho ho ho.
And if I don't get a new job in a month, maybe 2, I'm fucked. I might as well be either picking a bridge to live under or bend over for my prison assrape.. and it will probably be the latter.
I think this is justification for finding that manager and putting him in a world of pain.