Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Forced entry #1

So I have nothing to say but I am forcing myself to write. My day is dragging as I sit in by cube at work. I need a vacation and I want to go some lace warm or run away to Chicago. Which is my favorite place to go and get away.

My day is full of our spoiled rotten client thinking they can lie about everything to get their way. Who the fuck do they think they are and why the hell would you want to work in a place that lying to your customers and the people who are supposed to help you is common practice? Anyone else not love their day job?

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