Now Nod Your Head
So Year Zero has been out for a week now and even though admittedly the song sounds silly at first, "Capital G" is one of my favorite off the album:
The sound quality on this is surprising.
Unfortunately no one can be told what the post-haircut is. You have to see it for yourself. I'm told the back looks nice:
Okay. I'm trying to stay positive about today but it's proving difficult. My ticket queue is up above seventy. It should be like, twelve. My partner in crime is ay-double-u-oh-ell. We've fired five people this morning alone. And to top it off, here comes a re-hire.
I fucking hate re-hires. Hate doesn't even have enough letters. Looooaaaathe is closer. We hire some retarded customer service rep, and then for whatever reason, we fire them. Probably because they're retarded. Then! We bring them back on! And even though I won't be here for it, I know this guy's termination notice will grace our ticket list in another couple weeks. Gah. I'm ready to open my veins and write, "IT WAS THE RE-HIRE" on my whiteboard in blood.
In more upbeat and jiggly news, I have been regularly hitting the gym. Yes, more than three times equals "regularly" in my head. I just run, mostly. Although reports have come in that I spend half my time screwing around. Excuse me; skipping on the treadmill and using only one leg on the elliptical machine is still exercise. We usually hit the hot tub afterwards so my precious ass doesn't get too sore. That and I have Kasey rub warm organic coco butter on it before bed. I smell slippery!
Okay, I feel a little better. I'm gonna get back to causing various people cancer with my brain while sneakily appearing to be working. Eat it.
- David
The sound quality on this is surprising.
Unfortunately no one can be told what the post-haircut is. You have to see it for yourself. I'm told the back looks nice:
Okay. I'm trying to stay positive about today but it's proving difficult. My ticket queue is up above seventy. It should be like, twelve. My partner in crime is ay-double-u-oh-ell. We've fired five people this morning alone. And to top it off, here comes a re-hire.
I fucking hate re-hires. Hate doesn't even have enough letters. Looooaaaathe is closer. We hire some retarded customer service rep, and then for whatever reason, we fire them. Probably because they're retarded. Then! We bring them back on! And even though I won't be here for it, I know this guy's termination notice will grace our ticket list in another couple weeks. Gah. I'm ready to open my veins and write, "IT WAS THE RE-HIRE" on my whiteboard in blood.
In more upbeat and jiggly news, I have been regularly hitting the gym. Yes, more than three times equals "regularly" in my head. I just run, mostly. Although reports have come in that I spend half my time screwing around. Excuse me; skipping on the treadmill and using only one leg on the elliptical machine is still exercise. We usually hit the hot tub afterwards so my precious ass doesn't get too sore. That and I have Kasey rub warm organic coco butter on it before bed. I smell slippery!
Okay, I feel a little better. I'm gonna get back to causing various people cancer with my brain while sneakily appearing to be working. Eat it.
- David
posted by BuddhaDave at
2:09 PM
2 Comments:
So I guess I won't try to get my old job back... ;)
haha, well you can, but only after Friday.
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