Pretty easy for anyone who's had a job (a real one, not dogwalker or artist or whatever) to point out the biggest douches in the office.
Which guys did you think of? The sales guys, right?
But why? There's zillions of reasons why, starting with: those pants, those shoes, that shirt with that collar, that cellphone clip, that haircut, that car, that house in Framingham, that cd collection... Well you get it, the list goes on (barely, amiright?)
Aside from those things that I pointed to up there^ there is a bigger reasons at play here: these guys actually do sales for a living.
Good god, can you imagine the complete lack of self-awareness one would have to have to do that? Talking constantly into people's faces about how awesome whatever is. It is one step below being in a band, where at least when that person is talking into your face about their new EP, you usually have a beer in your hand or are out front gunning down a butt or trying to accidentally bump into that one chick with the star tattoo. Anyway, my point is, these guys exist.
Which guys did you think of? The sales guys, right?
But why? There's zillions of reasons why, starting with: those pants, those shoes, that shirt with that collar, that cellphone clip, that haircut, that car, that house in Framingham, that cd collection... Well you get it, the list goes on (barely, amiright?)
Aside from those things that I pointed to up there^ there is a bigger reasons at play here: these guys actually do sales for a living.
Good god, can you imagine the complete lack of self-awareness one would have to have to do that? Talking constantly into people's faces about how awesome whatever is. It is one step below being in a band, where at least when that person is talking into your face about their new EP, you usually have a beer in your hand or are out front gunning down a butt or trying to accidentally bump into that one chick with the star tattoo. Anyway, my point is, these guys exist.
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i would love to bump this off the top, but i guess i really haven't been struck in the face by the list wolf's might forepaw this week.
too many freelance gigs writing about ice cream??
hehe. if i only wrote about things i like it would be a really fucking short career.
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