With a long, tedious, expensive, completely disorganized task. Anyone that knows me knows that if it's long and tedious, I'm ok with it. But once it gets expensive, and then on top of that I'm paying top dollar for completely unprofessional disorganization... Well that just pisses me off!
The only part I will miss are those other fuckups like me. Those beautiful, unknowing, suffering members of a society making money off the misfortunes of its citizens.
One of the guys was pretty cute. Pretty damn cute actually. But definitely not my type. At all. Even though I've recently developed an appreciation for blondes, he was more the douchey type. The let-me-hide-myself-behind-a-front-of-total-calm-and-say-off-kilter-things-to-try-and-make-everyone-uncomfortable type. I'm not with all those shenanigans. Be quiet and brooding, sure ok, but don't be so boringly obvious about it!
The entire organization is just terrible. I don't wish the experience on my worst enemy. My only consolation is that it's finally over. Though it will take some time for my nerves and mind to get over it completely. A long, long time.
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