In my ex-girlfriend's neighbourhood in the west end of town used to be a little joint called Blueberry Hill. It was your classic mum and pops burger place where you could get food that not only was bad for you but actually had some substance and tasted awfully good.
Let's be honest, work sucks. More so when the job is ungrateful, the people you serve are snarly and bitter and the only reason you haven't quit is because the cheque helps you pay the bills and keep a roof over your head.
"Make sure you do regular backups," I told our client after we had delivered their new computer. "These little beasts, for all their blinkenlights, aren't as smart as they look, and will occasionally crash.
The language of contractual law is a pox upon the exceptionally well-poxed human race--an absolute fucking disease that has created an ethic-less approach human relationships that is based PURELY on semantics and the viciously evil intended use thereof.
The big loser in the past six months of world history has been the United Nations. The organization showed itself as a venue for political game playing rather than a means of standing for the ideas upon which it was founded.