And This Is The Last Post About The Hell Hole I Work In

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Maybe. (I had my fingers crossed.)

We finally, sort of, solved the problem. But, we forgot to break for lunch. I forgot to bring lunch. And I am very hungry. So I am sitting here, stuffing down Cheese Nips and tap water.

For the past week, we have been so focused on fixing the software problems that virtually nothing else has gotten done. Problem somewhat aside, my eyes have affixed on the growing mound of child support papers, unemployment, filing and voided checks.

At this point, my eyes have glazed over and I am stuffing in crackers as fast as I can. I look like a cheeky chipmunk. With such full cheeks, I cannot answer the phone and my hands are far too busy to actually get anything done.

With all the exertion, I am growing a bit feverish (that, and the air isn't on) so I swig down some lukewarm tap water. My eyes are growing beadier by the minute. The life of a chipmunk isn't easier.

But the life of a chipmunk in a hell hole is much harder, I can assure you.

1 Responses to “And This Is The Last Post About The Hell Hole I Work In”

  1. Blogger Walter 

    There's a pet shop near me that sells chipmunks.

    I may buy one and stick him in a hole, just to see if he turns into Marlon Brando in Apocolypse Now.

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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.

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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