I sit in this almost comfortable chair (which has been stolen but returned at least three times) wondering why I sit here at all. I mean, I understand that this is only temporary. This is a means to an end. To what end? I have no idea. This is something I do in the meantime. This is needed. This little daily chant is becoming more and more edited every day I work here. One day it will read only, "an end". Answering phones can be a very regressive experience for a person who doesn't like people to begin with. Demands, Threats, Rudeness, Superiority Complexes, Complexes in General... shit, Craziness, Stupidity, Deafness, Pride, Sloth, Ignorance, etc. People suck and I hear it everyday. There are good people out there, I am sure, they just don't happen to call me here. I wouldn't call me either, not here. It's only temporary, it's not forever, ends to an ends, whatever.
Sept 25th, 2005
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