There, I got it all out!! Had a bitter reactionary entry here yesterday and have since deleted it. It's much like the act of getting revenge .... It feels good for a second or two then you become filled with regrets. It's better and much more satisfying to rise above the pettiness and just turn and walk away. At least in this place you can delete such things, leaving no trace of what was once there before.
You know what it's like being the last person remaining, locking up at night in the place where I work. A large older facility, that when void of activity and people, is filled with mysterious creeks and cracks and moans and groans? Sometimes you wonder if you ought to go back and check on some of the sounds. But you'd probably just cross paths with the disgruntled ghost of some former employee.
The potential suddenly exists for my undoing and rapid downfall. Cinnabon has opened an outlet across the street from where I work.
I like fog as well as the next guy but not three consecutive days (or has it been four?) of the 24 hour, around the clock variety. It's getting to be too much of a good thing.
You know what it's like being the last person remaining, locking up at night in the place where I work. A large older facility, that when void of activity and people, is filled with mysterious creeks and cracks and moans and groans? Sometimes you wonder if you ought to go back and check on some of the sounds. But you'd probably just cross paths with the disgruntled ghost of some former employee.
The potential suddenly exists for my undoing and rapid downfall. Cinnabon has opened an outlet across the street from where I work.
I like fog as well as the next guy but not three consecutive days (or has it been four?) of the 24 hour, around the clock variety. It's getting to be too much of a good thing.
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