If there ever was a sensation of swallowing a hot piece of charcoal then regurgitating sulphuric acid while a midget punches you in the groin, it would probably feel like the Harvest Moon Crit felt last night. I got into the break with hoffman, T-money, and Georgia and right away I was experiencing "cubicle leg syndrome". What's that? It's the slow degeneration of your physical and spiritual being that occurs when you work forty hours a week at a call center. Add on top of that sixteen hours a week at school and it's easy to lose fitness. I held on for 4th but I'm cooked today.
I'm getting pretty sick of the telemarketing game but I'll work there and feign a smile and be grateful to have a means to pay my debt. I would love to suit up in steel toe boots with brass knuckles and rage on the call floor until every cubicle lies in ruin. At least I have my dreams, right?
I'm glad the road season ended well. This has been my most consistent season and I'm grateful for all the support from friends and family.
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