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I had grafted for the best part of ten hours,  serving stupid smart people their breakfast lunch and dinner. By the time I finished my shift and clocked out. I thought to myself, I don't care if they clone sheep here. This job is not a winner. Scientists, most of them. Very intelligent people I'm told. So I watched them eat and drink, wondering if their pockets are lined with gold. Usually I'd leave work swiftly,  I could never wait to get home. My body lethargic, almost anemic. I wanted my bed, all to be alone. I took off my work clothes and began to get dressed. Caught a glimpse of my frail body in the mirror. Never could gain weight, I blamed it on stress. I walked to my car outside. Car park A, for arseholes no less.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
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I had grafted for the best part of ten hours,  serving stupid smart people their breakfast lunch and dinner. By the time I finished my shift and clocked out. I thought to myself, I don't care if they clone sheep here. This job is not a winner. Scientists, most of them. Very intelligent people I'm told. So I watched them eat and drink, wondering if their pockets are lined with gold. Usually I'd leave work swiftly,  I could never wait to get home. My body lethargic, almost anemic. I wanted my bed, all to be alone. I took off my work clothes and began to get dressed. Caught a glimpse of my frail body in the mirror. Never could gain weight, I blamed it on stress. I walked to my car outside. Car park A, for arseholes no less.
finley-pietersen
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
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