Started my new job today. Meant waking up a 5:00AM. I don’t know how people do it without Rockstar. But we don’t have a coffee maker. The only way to make coffee in my house is with a French press that my sister got as a gift. Drinking my old-tasting coffee out of my old looking cup, I kept wanting to say, “L’etat, je suis.” And spending extravagantly.
My job? Let’s just say that if you purchase a refurbished iPod Touch (MB528LLA) from an established regional reseller, iTouched it first.
YOU’RE working for the enemy of all humanity?! Apple!! It’s only a matter of time untill they try and remove your brain and chop it up and use the pices as ram for their horrible, horrible computers.
So basically, a salesman?