I'm beginning to develop a great distaste for my job. Not only do I lack the motivation to keep a decent piece-rate, but the nights are beginning to drag on like something fierce. It's not as bad as it was at ACS, where a four-hour night felt like a full shift with about four hours of overtime on the side, but it's getting there. I find myself
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Clinging onto life by the skin of my teeth.God damn, it's been nearly a month since I've updated, and even then it's been nearly two or three since there's been an update with any depth to it. I guess it's time I corrected that. Still though, there's not very much to write about. Guess I'll use the topic format I have before on several occasions
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I spilled at least a half of a gallon of soda at work earlier. It went all over the fucking place, me, drew, the guys behind us, fucking christ. I nearly cried.
SourceCorp is haunted by the ghosts of a thousand dead men.
Long ago, where there is now pavement, a sprawling field used to exist. Upon this muddy land, a great battle took place. Brother against brother, father against son, the Yanks and Confederates rained death upon one another.
Ah, well, I completed my offer. Please help a guy out. Like I said, I'll return the favor, or if you've been unlucky enough to have not recieved one, I'll give you a GMail invite, I've got 50 or so of them.
Basically, I've decided to give The Free IPods thingy a whirl. Hopefully, with a little bit of luck and alot of energon, I can convince enough loons to use my Referral Link. Of course, being the stand-up fellow that I am, I would gladly return the favor. Don't jump at it all at once, I've not even completed my own offer yet
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