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I May Be Letting My Job Effect Me A Little More Than Necessary

Published 17.9.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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My voicemail message now listens, like this:

"You have reached what was the voicemail of Porkchop.

You may ask why I say this in the past tense instead of the present. Because, by the time you hear this message I have most likely jumped off a cliff and/or slit my wrists. You may ask, why would I jump off a cliff and/or slit my wrists?

Because:
a. I probably had a bad day at work.
b. I probably didn't sell any cars
c. I am most likely highly enraged that you have waited this long to call me and am expressing my rage in a highly melodramatic way.

So. Please leave your condolances after the tone."

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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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