so sometimes i gotta work late.. why is best left for a whole other raging rant, since i’d probably be foul about it. sometimes i’m like “yeah, cool, i’m in the zone” and i crank through some stuff.. other times it’s like the most exquisite torture ever, it sucks so bad. i frickin hate working late most times. who wants to work late when i could be hanging out with kel or the bean, or playing hockey? but then i think about all my friends, and how some of them lost their jobs, and how they haven’t found new jobs yet and how much *that* sucks, cause then i feel guilty for raging at my job since i’m lucky to have one. but that doesn’t make it any better when i’m staring at some piece of code that is just reminding me “you could be out mackin or hanging or watchin tv or something, but instead you’re trying to write a thread-lock, hahaha”. yeah, i’m weird because my computer talks to me, but it’s mostly really mean and i don’t listen any more. anyways, enough of my rambling. if you got a job (even if you hate it) remember that it could be a lot worse (ie: no job). and if you don’t have a job, keep the faith, something will turn up. check out oddtodd for some laid-off humour.

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