Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Tempin' ain't easy
Today I scanned 3,351 documents. Remember that part in The Shawshank Redemption when Andy is asked how he made it through his two weeks in the hole and responded, "I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company?" That's what I felt like today, scanning and listening to my mp3 player. This assignment would be absolutely unbearable if I didn't have my music to get me through it.
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Let me be the first to say that this blog sucks. Please go back to making good blogs.
heartbreak/veteran may or not be right.
but, please...
doing temp work for one day (with your mp3) just ain't the same as solitary confinement for 6 mos with a memory of mozart.
Off Topic: The Mc clan is proud to announce a new base of operation to open in a month and a half in sunny and hella cool Miami. Details to follow...
ADVOTTW and jasdye - I know, just venting some. Things will get back to normal shortly.
shamrock - What what what? Do tell...
I just want to add that I'm looking for a Cabana Boy position. I hear that Miami is where it's at.
Mrs. Mc just got a new job in Miami. She was flown out and put up in a hotel. She said that Micah should get down there, because albeit they do not speak english (not that Micah has much to say) there are many "hot babes." She will probably beginning in 45 days...Too bad none of us (less our favorite retired Potomac News delivery boy) are hip enough for North Havana.
That is sooooo cool. Your mom's going to live in Vice City. What about Jerry?
Yeah, she is going to get extra energy by sleeping with ladies of the night and then beat them up afterwards to get her chedda back. You know my family...still plenty of OPTIONS. They do not know what he is doing yet, gues we will just have to wait to hear about JerryHair...
I think Jerry will get a job in the Agador Spartacus vein.
Miami? That's a change from Bavaria.
Miami? Oh man, I'm going...that's it, I'm f****n' going!
I keep telling you. I'm short a roommate and this place definitly blows Miami out of the water.
Say it with me, Saipan, SAIIIIIIPAAAAAANNNN.....
Get on the damned plane. The women (literally) outnumber the men 5 to one here. No exaggeration.
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