Just keep the oxygen flowing
Once upon a time, there lived a simple man. uh uh! Not me. Not anymore. I’m as broken as the next smuck working an 8 to 5 job inside a grey fabric cubicle. Where else can he be? Does anyone know he is there pushing around paper some other peon brought to him, from an unknown floor located high above. It’s not quite manna from heaven. But at least, he is in the loop. But that means some jerk-off manager is aware of his existence.
As I said, not me. I was a simple man with a ten-year-old laptop with a Celeron processor, stringing a bunch of words from a man cave lined with books. There was nothing wrong with Windows XP and Word 2003. Safe, reliable, and kinda bug free.
So, if you’re interested, drop me a line. I may bite. But you’d have me, hook, line and sinker.
10th session —