"I have new shoes, they are blue and fast.
When I wear them, I can fly like a goddamned reindeer."
In loving memory of Turple


Crappy Jobs

My new job blows. I can hardly write anymore and it's because of my crappy job. I have to be somewhat creative, don't have a boss, fictional deadlines, made up HR policies, and I work with people I admire and like.

I don't think I'll ever learn to write with a job like this. I need something that offers more angst, a boss I hate, crappy made-up time filler tasks. Stuff that makes me hate everything about this planet so I can't wait to get home to my family only to retreat into a notebook and bitch about it all.



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