Ahh, work. Nothing says "I'd rather be home" than a long, drawn out day at the job.My little cubicle, my handy computer, surrounded by co-workers all diligently dedicated to their jobs.
Technically I'm at lunch. However, it seems that I spend so much time on my ass that eating excessively throughout the day leads to a little known condition called uncontrollable fat-ass. These days I'll bring a piece of fruit or some other healthy alternative. Since I'm so sedentary these days it's a good idea to reduce my calorie intake to the same level of what I burn by sitting in front of a computer upwards of 10-12 hours a day. Now of course I can't blame all that time on work, as I'm just a guilty for sitting on my ass at home, more than likely in front of a computer.
But the great thing about internet access at work is that time otherwise spent ingesting high-calorie deep fried burritos can be spent posting unnecesary conversations such as this one. And what better country than America to utilize time at work to complain about being bored at work with nothing to do. It's the epitome of freedom, the freedom to complain about the freedom to complain. USA! USA!
Anyway, it's a lovely Friday and I have no rehearsals tonight. I'm going to get out of here, run home, kiss my wife, hug my baby and gorge myself with bacon. Then I'll probably end up where I began, in front of a computer working on getting a little fatter, complaining about not having anything to complain about.
It's really quite wonderful.
Jimmy
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Ameeerika. Vat a kuntry!
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