Tomorrow I am going to the little-town customer's place again. Argh!
When I chose this profession I imagined sitting in a nice office in some ivory tower, having the newest computers and algorithms to play with and ogling and maybe occasionally having sex with cute young students, and maybe occasionally going to some conferences in nice faraway places. Nobody told me about having to go to the god-forsaken wilderness in the middle of nowhere beyond Kehä III and performing unnatural acts on fucklifts while having nothing at all to ogle besides two female teenagers who have the worst singing voices in the world.
Besides, I am supposed to have at least something that works tomorrow, and it doesn't.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
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