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At least he didn’t have to sit on IKEA furniture and look at concrete block walls and trod on nasty vinyl tile or tatty cheap plastic-feeling wall-to-wall carpeting, while looking at milky gray sunlight through a lexan window.
I know that man’s mind, I bet. Self-employed people wake up fired and go to bed unemployed every day. Some contagion put me right where he was for a moment: willing but unable to work. It is a terrible thing. Do not go there, children.
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“Self-employed people wake up fired and go to bed unemployed every day.”
I love that. I shouldn’t, because it’s like laughing when you’ve thrown your back out and every haw-haw is killing you, but I love it.
There are many things I do not know. I do not know whether Jacqueline is the loveliest name in any language. But in my ignorance, you could tell me that, and I’d believe you.
Yes, it is. Pardon me whilst I step out onto the verandah and blush. And get the mail. It’s late again.