I’m dying…

You could die with me, too. In fact, you already are.

If we’re lucky, it will be quick and painful. But, we all know, it will be slow and full of suffering. And here is where you’ll get to hear all about it.

It’s not wonderful, not in america. But, with the right words, it may just turn out to be some sort of a thrilling new encounter which may make you (and me) cringe in disdain at the repulses of this modern day life.

I work for a top airline and, while we’re not the worst, we’re in the top 10. It’s so satisfying I wish there were a way to chain myself to it forever so that my rotting carcase may be the one thing that makes you want to fly. At least there are bonuses involved. I just don’t ever recommend becoming a Reservationist yourself. It doesn’t seem worth it when half of your customers are going to hate you from the start because you are above the law…I could be fired for that, I’m sure but I mention no names…

With that, I leave you to covet my next entry. May luck be with us all.

~ by redredjeremy on May 19, 2008.