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Today I didn't do jackson shit. Oh well. I did do jack shit, actually. Whatever.
At the xerox place where I occasionally work when I feel up to it there is sometimes a coworker there who I hate but who still draws my sympathy because of his pathetic hopes and dreams. You see, he was telling me that he hates his job pretty much and is looking to quit when his pyramid scheme pans out. He doesn't know it's a pyramid scheme because his title is 'Referring Travel Agent' and he even has a business card to go with the scheme. I guess they're covered in the $450 startup fee and the $50 a month. Shit, what an idiot. From what he's told me I think his job consists of asking nicely if people he knows could go to his site and enter him as a referral if they are planning on traveling sometime. So, you're doing all the booking but he gets a cut? And I think he also gets money from conning his gullible family members and co-workers into also joining. It just makes me feel sad for the guy because he's waiting on this to be able to quit, because I'm sure some speaker at some seminar told everyone how rich they were even though they are rich from speaking at seminars and taking these peoples money and not from the actual program, but I know it will never happen.
And him and the other typesetter are always complaining about how everyone complains but them. Seriously, a lot. Way too much. It's not cute!
Whatever. I'm tired. Right?
So.
I was gifted this nice leather journal with musical notation on the front so I guess I'll write in there about band things and music things I think of that probably won't interest anyone else. And also to badmouth people without a chance of them reading it. So look out! World!
Today I didn't do jackson shit. Oh well. I did do jack shit, actually. Whatever.
At the xerox place where I occasionally work when I feel up to it there is sometimes a coworker there who I hate but who still draws my sympathy because of his pathetic hopes and dreams. You see, he was telling me that he hates his job pretty much and is looking to quit when his pyramid scheme pans out. He doesn't know it's a pyramid scheme because his title is 'Referring Travel Agent' and he even has a business card to go with the scheme. I guess they're covered in the $450 startup fee and the $50 a month. Shit, what an idiot. From what he's told me I think his job consists of asking nicely if people he knows could go to his site and enter him as a referral if they are planning on traveling sometime. So, you're doing all the booking but he gets a cut? And I think he also gets money from conning his gullible family members and co-workers into also joining. It just makes me feel sad for the guy because he's waiting on this to be able to quit, because I'm sure some speaker at some seminar told everyone how rich they were even though they are rich from speaking at seminars and taking these peoples money and not from the actual program, but I know it will never happen.
And him and the other typesetter are always complaining about how everyone complains but them. Seriously, a lot. Way too much. It's not cute!
Whatever. I'm tired. Right?
So.
I was gifted this nice leather journal with musical notation on the front so I guess I'll write in there about band things and music things I think of that probably won't interest anyone else. And also to badmouth people without a chance of them reading it. So look out! World!