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What I Did with My First Million. |
02.07.07 |
I wish I were as smart and talented as I myself think I am. The gang at work always ask me, 'Does it hurt to carry that big head around all the time?'
'Well, of course it does, doofus! Why do you think I'm grumpy so much? DUH!'
I'm getting sooo bored at work, and yet, I'd totally rather be there than at home. Sad, no?
Once upon a time they said that my position may eventually evolve into management. That's the thing holding me there, because I hate job searching, I become immensely stagnant in the daily grind, and I want to do something different.
But 'different' isn't really the job description into which they hired me, is it? And so I get all, 'I have a BIG IDEA for X.' Only the BIG IDEA usually turns out to be the previously failed 'something' that someone else has already thought of. Like glasses with wiper blades for when you walk in the rain. When I was in junior high, I thought that was gonna bring me my first million. Then I found out that bastard Elton John was already sporting MY BIG IDEA. Like he needed my first million. Bastard.
Now all my big mouth yapping over BIG IDEAS is bugging the boss. So I have to play is smart and reign all my BIG IDEAS in and just do my job. But that's boring and I'm literally dying. DYING.
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