There are renovations going on at work and I've been forced to build myself a little office in a corner, as you can see in this picture. So my desk is a filing cabinet and my shelves are empty boxes! And Berg's says they're high class!
But working there is actually pretty damn chill. No stress, no deadlines, just my ipod to accompany my paper pushin'. If only I could do something about those constant static electricity shocks...
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i don't know who's who anymore so i'll assume it's piano's bureau... i thought you had a good job man... now i've lost all the respect i had for you.
Well, if respect is not linked to the quality of your job, what's the point of respect?
ummm...yeah....ummmm...I'm gonna have to ask you to just go ahead and move your office to where that pile of boxes is ....ok...good...ummm....yeah...and if you could just build yourself a little desk there you should be fine....ok...yeah.
Look at where you work. They can afford a fucking desk! Oh no, wait! That would be counter slavery.
Hey! Amresh! Nice to see you're encouraging the job market in South Africa! If they stick you (the big white man) in a corner on top of boxes, I wonder what they do to poor, black, insignificant mine-workers that they'll never have to meet.
Way to go Amresh.
...way to go.
Here's the truth: I'm Piernitas. And I'll tell ya, my work space is even smaller. It doesn't surspass the inner recesses of my mind. I work in a box, within a box, within a box. A real fucking russian doll. Or like a snake that grows its new skin without shedding its old one. Or like my roommate's quarters that keep shrinking with every change from white to pink to white to pink...
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