…give it to someone else.
Oh, fine. I obviously had some issues with the whole work-for-no-pay-yet-be-taxed-on-it thang. Next!
I’m funny that way. Maybe Guido has at last made a Capitalist of me?
Nah.
Here, listen to some rousing folk rock about the military-industrial complex, creeping fascism, and the IMF. I always find that cures it.
And by the way, there’s already a fat, ripe emergency for the new hiree to deal with and no, I didn’t cause it. So for that reason alone I’m glad I didn’t get the job.
Also, oh god how I love that painting. “Woman Leaving the Psychoanalyst’s Office” by Remedios Varo.
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