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The job i have contemplated leaving for the past year is now leaving me. In two short months i will be unemployed, laid off, fired, canned, creamed, however you want to put it, Shit Outa Luck. Yesterday my mother sympathetically suggested that i could be a secretary, you know, because of my excellent typing skills. Never have i wished more to be struck down by lightning in the middle of a food court. If all that lies before me is secretary-hood or working in anouther clothing store, Thank You but i'll prefer early death by lightning.
Other than still needing to work at the money-pit for anouther two months, i look forward to starting a grad program i cannot possibly manage while looking for a new job, and i dunno, maybe starting an alcohol addiction.