Jan 1, 2014

I quit my job.

As I always say, state and believe in: suit yourself and believe I'm a rooster, but don't you dare come ask me for eggs.

You'll realize that not only you needed to believe I'm a fricking female chicken for that to even hold grounds on your own terms....

But that on common terms, I'm a human and therefore don't expect me to cocorico for you even if some are willing to do so.

Moreover, on my own terms, you're basically an amibia trying its luck with a mountain or minerals. What a sorrowful luck, people.

I loved my job, I was excited and happy to work, I'm happy and eager I left it.

And that's all I seriously have to say about that subject.

What a blissful start of a year.


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