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Okay, I work in a school system that is one of the most corrupt vats of scum disguised as humans that the world has ever seen. I am so angry at the thousands of dollars they wasted today that I want all humans to die.
Good thing I have the diversion of my favorite card game to keep me away from the button.
Sorry the day has burned you so, my sweet Stu-bags.
I am much in the same boat, albeit, the opposite end of it.
I am a cubicle rat in the ever-festering bowels of corporate America. I look at how many people on my myspace are A: Employed in the same building as I, and B: are mutually online. I have a pretty good idea about base salary 'round here, and when multipied by the number of people online (obviously including myself,) and how many hours a day we do it...Yeah, that's where your overdraft fees and mortgage payments go. I love getting paid to read about VS and make lewd comments to people on myspace. Life is good.
I work for a corporate entity that will remain nameless that literally feeds off the misfortune of others, taking advantage and exploiting people's willingness to do "whatever it takes" in someone's time of grief. Further, if something with our service goes wrong, our standard response is to tell the client that the proper procedure is to bend down and hold their ankles.
What's worse, is that if I named what company I worked for - nobody would believe me ;)
Okay, I work in a school system that is one of the most corrupt vats of scum disguised as humans that the world has ever seen. I am so angry at the thousands of dollars they wasted today that I want all humans to die.
Good thing I have the diversion of my favorite card game to keep me away from the button.
That's what I like most about Vs. System.
How does it save your life?
In a similar way to you, except for the fact that I don't teach, I attend.
What does it say about the state of modern human life when colorful spandexed imaginary characters on little pieces of cardboard act better towards each other than real people?