Jul 07, 2004 22:03
I think my job is trying to kill me slowly with hazardous chemicals...
I mean I could be wrong but I don't think so... I keep getting sick Im going to talk to them tomorrow. I havent decided how I am going to go about talking to them about it but I figure something along the lines of.... "I am dying.... can't you see that?" slightly reminiscent of Nick Swardson's comedy act about being old and driving fast. Im sure they will catch the reference and be uplifted by the reminder of comedy and give me lots of money for no work whatsoever and apologize for the chemical death they had previously sentenced me to. Obviously this is what will happen.
Enough fantasy.... but seriously maybe they can use me elsewhere like in the art department or something... if not I may very well be looking for a new job... So if anyone knows a decent employer I may be needing the knowledge. well Im going to do some sketches in prep of my shpeel with my job tomorrow. G'night all.