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So here's the deal. I'm working on a smoking cessation study at the VA hospital. Shhh! Don't tell them that I was a hardcore social smoker. It's a secret.
Anyhow, I get to do all kinds of neat stuff like measure people's smoking topographies and CO levels in their lungs and then measure their prepulse inhibition. I'm still not quite sure what that last one even is...
But the best part is this: I get to do smoking cessation treatment! I'm going to be actually giving people cognitive behavioral therapy... little ol' B.A.-holding me! I don't need a fucking license because I'm that much of a psych badass.
Or something.
So... yeah. Sittin' here in my office. With my RED SWINGLINE STAPLER AND RED STAPLE REMOVER!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I'm that cool. You wish you were me. Plus, I've got the Office Space printer right next to me, too. That printer is such an asshole, which is why I'm stuck with it. It likes to be plugged into the wall, not a power strip. That's such bullshit.
OK, that's all. Oh, and this is for all you smokers out there.