5 July 2001
5:29 PM: I got to work about maybe 45 minutes ago. I am so very very much wishing I did not have to endure the endless ticking of one moment into the next. I stink internally. You think that's a metaphor, I bet.
Worst, the foam on these cheapass headphones has completely torn through, so I can't even listen to music to block out the tedious conversation about quitting smoking going on behind me.
I... Yeah. I should just not be saying anything right now. probably.
8:03 PM: Ah hah. It's as I suspected - only losers still have Web jobs.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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