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So today I start in the hospital. I'd be lying if I said I was too excited. Rob and Chris have both been there for a few days before me and neither have said anything good about it. Apartly a large degree of face melting boredom is the order of the day. Is it wrong that I'm planning an exit from a job that I haven't even started?
With luck this'll end up with me looking for, well, a real job with renewed vigor. Either that, or losing the will to live. Anyhow, every shirt I own is horribly creased. Why can't someone invent a time saving device that somehow rubs the creases out of shirts? It might even involve steam.
With luck this'll end up with me looking for, well, a real job with renewed vigor. Either that, or losing the will to live. Anyhow, every shirt I own is horribly creased. Why can't someone invent a time saving device that somehow rubs the creases out of shirts? It might even involve steam.