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Goodbye Waystation
Jun. 13th, 2006 04:32 pmI got a call this morning that there was not enough work to keep me employed at the Waystation. I kind of sort of expected that since Heather returned from vacation yesterday and I almost perished of terminal boredom as a result. There was nothing....nothing....to do. So I'm once again unemployed. Blaaaagh!
Am I worried? Am I concerned? Am I desperate?
No to all three questions. Que sera sera. I will survive, just like Gloria Gaynor. The next job to come up will be even better. It may be further away but, hopefully, it'll have to do with animals. This would be a Good Thing.
In the interim, I'm going to sleep. Not just sleep, but turbo sleep. I'm going to engage in aggressive slumber.
Goodbye, Waystation. I barely knew thee, but I liked thee okay. No hard feelings. Au revoir.
Am I worried? Am I concerned? Am I desperate?
No to all three questions. Que sera sera. I will survive, just like Gloria Gaynor. The next job to come up will be even better. It may be further away but, hopefully, it'll have to do with animals. This would be a Good Thing.
In the interim, I'm going to sleep. Not just sleep, but turbo sleep. I'm going to engage in aggressive slumber.
Goodbye, Waystation. I barely knew thee, but I liked thee okay. No hard feelings. Au revoir.
