So like I have another job now and I'm getting paid to read blogs. Imagine that, huh? This has got to be the sweetest gig in the world. I just sit on my lazy chinchilla ass and surf the net all day. Then when I find a blog, all I have to do is leave a comment praising the site and pimping my company's spot. It goes something like this:
"Hey, dude, nice blog! Stop by ****** and let me know what you think!"
I've left out my company's name because I'm sure I'll get fired if it finds out I'm posting about my work. It's supposed to be top secret, but, hey, if the man wants me to keep a secret, then maybe his company should find a way to pay me more than $7.25 an hour with a half hour for lunch.
I'm still not sure exactly what my company does with all the information it gets from the peeps who surf its site. I'm not even sure why it needs a chinchilla for the job. (I'm not the only chinchilla workin' this beat....there are four others that share my cubicle.) Maybe it has something to do with global warming or something. Or maybe it's that the company is gathering lots of personal information from everyone and it doesn't want anyone to suspect. Well, as I said, it should have found a way to pay the chinchilla more than minimum wage without much time for lunch.
Yeah, I think as soon as I collect my next paycheck, I'm outta here. Hell, I may even blow the whistle on 'em just for fun.
Heh heh. I fucking love being me.
the permanence of change...
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