I never used to be a “working stiff” … I used to be an “unemployed stiff”
… or a child.
I know! It’s hard to tell looking at me now!
note: benders seem to start with someone bending my arm … and then they turn into more weavy and staggery affairs.
double note: if I didn’t have to work, I would probably fart around on the computer more, more or less … or moralless … or something like that.
triple note: for newcomers to the blog, this is what it says if you hover the cursor over the photo: “This is how I feel at work.”
quadruple note: I’m quite un-unemployable: it’s a curse.
quintuple note: somedays I know what The Tragically Hip were singing about in this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-WBZMRFFkU&ob=av2e
sextuple note: I don’t feel too bad about going into work normally … or usually though.
Today my old lighter died, so I grabbed another one from my extensive back-up inventory. The new one is red: thanks for asking.