Work and people
I have a genetic problem, similar to Davros' Granddad's father-in-law, in that I can't stand people, with the added affliction of finding working unbearable.

It used to be fine as a thing to do, as there would always be time for sitting on my arse later. However, having had the babybaby there is now always something better to do than try and make money for other people, namely hanging out with the boy, alright he doesn't talk much (at all) and has an attention span of around 3 minutes, but what can you expect of a 6 month old?

Sadly, unless I can invent and introduce a new currency which I have complete control over and the means to produce (i.e. mint), I will have to continue to deal with the scourge of our fair planet as a way to funnel money from my employer to the mortgage lender.

So in some ways everyone is a cuntstomer from hell for engineering a society where we are reliant on other people and their money, stealing precious time from the things that really matter (insert own desires here).

Apologies for maudlin, just back from a 2 week holiday.
(babydad, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 14:38, 1 reply)

Produce
is a word that needs pronunciation
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 14:58, closed)