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There Is Absolutely No Need

Published 1.2.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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To call and scream at me with such violence and hatred that it forces me to make a paper voodoo doll of you and rip your head off. And I never even met you. Yelling at me from the get-go is not conducive to getting your way. If your going to shriek, let me at least do something to provoke you.

Besides, I came perilously close to succumbing to the intense desire to slam my office door shut, turn my music up and yell all sorts of colorful phrases at my walls, about someone I have never met.




There is absolutely no need to push me into a Unknown World of Unprofessionalism, over SOMEONE I HAVE NEVER MET.

2 Responses to “There Is Absolutely No Need”

  1. Blogger QOS  on February 01, 2005 6:53 PM  

    there is also no reason to LIE to my BOSS and say you called me when you really didn't.

    voodoo dolls are a good idea.

  2. Blogger Life is better blonde  on February 01, 2005 7:00 PM  

    you should work with me, i get to use a large knife very forcefully and get paid to do it:) Very convenient and lowers blood pressure even faster the vodoo dolls!

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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