Fall on me, black helicopter....



FUCK.


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George is losing his job.
Viking is shtting down because Jan is a fucking baby who can't suck it up and be a nice guy, so I guess he'd rather put three people out of jobs. If the company wasn't successful with him, why should it be successful without him?
GAH. So now, George gets a severence and a fucking pat on the back, and hustled out the door. And I'm gunna have to wait and see what happens....
But my job won't hold the two of us, thats for damned sure.
And I'm physically unable to work two jobs.. But I'm gunna try.
I'm going to go down and apply for a job at the Old Spaghetti Factory.. It's close to me, it's close to the skytrain. It's something that I can work dashift and then get on a train and go to my regular job. Like I've said before.. a line cook is never out of work.
This is just so fucking unexpected.
BLLLLAHHHHH
When life throws you lemons? Throw them at cars.

And then make a resume.


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