The amout of work that I'm expected to crank out today is completely fuckin' nuts. My mouth hangs open in shock, my eyes all glassy and hollow as my fingers spastically attack the keyboard in a feversish series of pops, clicks and snaps.
When you go into 7-11 in the month of october and marvel at all the "stunning" posters and signs strewn thoughout the store - I want you to pause for a moment and think of your lil' buddy zomboid living through one of the most miserably difficult workdays (and possibly weekends) of his career so that those fucking posters can try to sell you hot dogs, cigarettes, and pepsi cola 2-liters.
ack!
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addendum:
making me feel a tiny bit better: Bikini Kill, the new Reigning Sound, the Warlocks, and Company Flow
When you go into 7-11 in the month of october and marvel at all the "stunning" posters and signs strewn thoughout the store - I want you to pause for a moment and think of your lil' buddy zomboid living through one of the most miserably difficult workdays (and possibly weekends) of his career so that those fucking posters can try to sell you hot dogs, cigarettes, and pepsi cola 2-liters.
ack!
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addendum:
making me feel a tiny bit better: Bikini Kill, the new Reigning Sound, the Warlocks, and Company Flow
and do you notice, after periods full of stressful non-stop work sessions like that, your alchohol consumption goes through the f'in' roof?!? or is that just me?
enjoy the weekend (hopefuly not spent working). go home and play with your toys!