I want to work in marketing. I think those guys get to smoke some wicked shit before unleashing crazy ideas upon the world.
I know it. I really do.

Hey. This is good hold music. Old Culture Club. Too bad it's "do you really want to hurt me". Cause the man I'm calling is gonna scream at me hardcore once I get through to him. Yes, that's my job. I get yelled at for a living. Well, not always. But this week it seems that the 2 things I do are 1) schedules & 2)get yelled at by people I will (thankfully) never meet.

Why do I get yelled at? Well that's cause marketing comes up with great sounding things that fall apart after a few hours/days/months/years. It's like all those kids' toys that keep getting recalled. Y'know, they look great at first, until little Timmy finds a way to poke his eye out with it in the first 3 seconds of removing the toy from its protective packaging.

All I really wanna do is go outside and sleep in the sun. I'm tired of this climate controlled office. It's too lovely out there!
Arrrrgh.
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