Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Day 4: Communist Meeting at 9pm

I can't imagine me ever succeeding. Ever again. Reality is, I won't ever make it to management, holding power over people, manipulating them, and then firing them. Firing people doesn't exactly improve your skills as a manager. However, it is extremely handy when your trying to cover something up. Like the fact your never at the office yourself. Or your related to everyone in the office except for the person your firing. I just don't have enough family members to make up an entire office faculty. And besides, when you become management, your head takes on the form of something else. Like the shape of a poodle. Or something two-dimentional, like a fishhead. Having a fishhead in places like Taiwan would be a good thing, fishheads being a delicacy there. You would have some sort of special expat status and they would take you to karaoke. Mind you, wouldn't want to go to Hungary with a head the shape of a sausage. That's just an old fairy tale waiting to happen, you know the ones, the ones that gave you night terrors. Hansel and Gretel.

Oh yeah, Communist meeting at 9pm. Uprising against the Bourgeoisie class and yada yada yada. Bring cookies. Lots and lots of cookies. Can't uprise without them. And coffee flavoured vodka, that stuff is awesome. Someone bring that, too. And we'll need a vacuum cleaner. Ah, don't bother, my roommate somehow has 3 of them in the closet. They must have some sort of magical powers, I can't see any other reason for keeping 3 vacuum cleaners. I have enough time, I can convert the motors to power a small scooter, perhaps?

No, I did not apply for jobs today. I spent most of my day at the unemployment office, waiting in line, just to find out that everything is done online now and there is no longer any human interaction. And I'm okay with that. It's much easier to impress a computer then it is a human being. Humans make judgements without even knowing it, like, your nose is way too big so therefore you can't have unemployment, or a job. Like starving to death will make your nose smaller or your 3 degrees are made obsolete and irrelevant based on the size of your nose. People with small noses have way better degrees.

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