Yet, the new job looms while my old job withers away. And I have to go to the office every day and watch people plan my wake.
Yes, Saint Marty is whining. He's much too young to have buzzards pick at his carcass.
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014
April 29: Whining
I'm not going to whine. Much. I just want to say that I don't want to start a new job. And I want anybody who takes over my job to fail miserably. I'm talking epic failure. The kind that brings down small Eastern European countries and requires U. N. sanctions to rectify.
Yet, the new job looms while my old job withers away. And I have to go to the office every day and watch people plan my wake.
Yes, Saint Marty is whining. He's much too young to have buzzards pick at his carcass.
Yet, the new job looms while my old job withers away. And I have to go to the office every day and watch people plan my wake.
Yes, Saint Marty is whining. He's much too young to have buzzards pick at his carcass.
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