And I Am Done with Work
My contract ended. Work is over. There was a wrangle over my next 6 month contract. I held out in principle and said no. They got somebody else to do it. It is strange being home after 16 months in an office. First day.
I must call Jumbo. He dropped by a short time later.
"Good to see you are off the waggon, my good boy." I'd be your good boy. "We're a dying breed, that is for sure."
I laughed nervously and wondered if I had missed any screenings I should have had attended to.
"You can't even drive any fucken where without the fear of loosing your fucken license," said Jumbo. "It's not fair. I'd go a row of shit houses if I got stopped today. Where's my liberty? Where's my freedom?"
"Your what?" I spluttered. "What delusion do you live in?"
"Come on Mr Legal Eagle, who can I sue for that. Its loss of enjoyment of life. Yeah, that's what it is, loss of enjoyment of fucking life."
I must call Jumbo. He dropped by a short time later.
"Good to see you are off the waggon, my good boy." I'd be your good boy. "We're a dying breed, that is for sure."
I laughed nervously and wondered if I had missed any screenings I should have had attended to.
"You can't even drive any fucken where without the fear of loosing your fucken license," said Jumbo. "It's not fair. I'd go a row of shit houses if I got stopped today. Where's my liberty? Where's my freedom?"
"Your what?" I spluttered. "What delusion do you live in?"
"Come on Mr Legal Eagle, who can I sue for that. Its loss of enjoyment of life. Yeah, that's what it is, loss of enjoyment of fucking life."
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