At Least

When working late on a Sunday night editing shitty writing featuring commas sprinkled like confetti (apparently there only for decoration) and subject matter that is violent and monotonous and goofy all at the same damned time, at least I can drink smooth, velvety red wine. I couldn’t do that at my old corporate job. 

See, I’m stickin’ it to the Man, one sip, one comma at a time.

4 Responses to “At Least”

  • samayam
    September 24, 2007 at 11:04 am

    Don’t forget the home office’s biggest reward — you can be naked while drinking that wine (or whatever…) and working.

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  • mickibean
    September 24, 2007 at 11:40 am

    I love you:)Your funny!

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  • kimkimkaree
    September 24, 2007 at 1:10 pm

    See, I’m stickin’ it to the Man, one sip, one comma at a time.

    Best sentence ever.

    Reply

  • dizzyburner
    September 24, 2007 at 2:39 pm

    Barefoot Merlot strikes again!

    Reply

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