Sing, morning birds, sing!
Another day, another 63.8 cents. Time to unpack gear from the weekend, and get it counted back in. Sigh. Breathe in. Breathe out. Lub-dub, lub-dub. Eat, poop. Repeat ad infinitum. 'Til death do us part.
My friend got canned last week, seemingly out of the blue. He got back from vacation to find his job taken by someone else. It seems like kind of a crappy way to fire someone.
My friend got canned last week, seemingly out of the blue. He got back from vacation to find his job taken by someone else. It seems like kind of a crappy way to fire someone.