You MIGHT be working in a sweatshop, if...

• You get an e-mail bitching you out for having your phone in "aux" for eight minutes while you were taking a dump
• Your paycheck is consistently short by as much as seven hours every week
• You have to manually keep a spreadsheet of all your orders, and manually copy/paste the order numbers into the ordering software each and every day, one by fucking one (until the orders are invoiced), to insure that some fuckstick in Malaysia hasn't stolen one of your orders
• Your managers hand out 4-6 sheets of paper every day, reminding you of "manager's specials" that do not actually exist in the ordering software
• You get an hour's notice that your lunch hour is being cut in half, but that lunch will be "catered," and your "lunch" consists of a 3" segment of an awesome Jersey Mike's club sub sammich (just enough to tease a fatass like me) -- no chips or drink

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Since Modblog is completely fucked...

... I decided to go ahead and, against my better judgement, use this inferior blog product. ;)

Why? Well, I dunno, actually. I guess because I might want to share a funny Curly video with you, or tell you about how I can't take a shit at work without getting into trouble... or, just to tell you that ladyfriend and I are going to look at Christmas lights at Opryland Hotel this weekend, and we might even go see David Sedaris' The Santaland Diaries at TPAC in a weekend or two. Ain't we romantic?

Ah well, welcome to the new travel trailer of my Modblog-induced exile... enjoy!
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