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Why hello there. Your humble narrator had to come into work early, on his day off. Now, I know, major suckage, and I can't help but to agree. But you see, dear friends, there is a purpose. There is a reason for this apparent lack of sanity. It all really boils down to the benjamins, baby.
As I will soon (hope! hope!) be out of this job, and focusing all my time on perfecting a bohemian lifestyle, minus the sandals and patchouli oil of course. Meaning that I am going to be taking time off to pursue more noble efforts. Work on trying to make myself the writer I've always wanted to be. To increase my skill in my photography. To finally get my undead priest to 70!
Ok, so maybe the WOW bit isn't entirely noble, but I need a little grease in my life. But the point is, every extra hour, every day off I lose, is another few days of rent, another ham sandwich later that I can sustain myself before I am forced back into the game trail of Life.
So I welcome the sound of my alarm playing "Still In Hollywood" by Concrete Blonde at 7 in the am. I welcome being around all the milksops that work in this building during the day. And I welcome the 15 hours of mind numbing, coma inducing languid nature of "work" that I have to do.
So the opposite of the old cholo maxim holds true here, dear friends. "Cry now, smile later."
Bueno pues.
As I will soon (hope! hope!) be out of this job, and focusing all my time on perfecting a bohemian lifestyle, minus the sandals and patchouli oil of course. Meaning that I am going to be taking time off to pursue more noble efforts. Work on trying to make myself the writer I've always wanted to be. To increase my skill in my photography. To finally get my undead priest to 70!
Ok, so maybe the WOW bit isn't entirely noble, but I need a little grease in my life. But the point is, every extra hour, every day off I lose, is another few days of rent, another ham sandwich later that I can sustain myself before I am forced back into the game trail of Life.
So I welcome the sound of my alarm playing "Still In Hollywood" by Concrete Blonde at 7 in the am. I welcome being around all the milksops that work in this building during the day. And I welcome the 15 hours of mind numbing, coma inducing languid nature of "work" that I have to do.
So the opposite of the old cholo maxim holds true here, dear friends. "Cry now, smile later."
Bueno pues.