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Well I guess a little info about me might pass the time...I mean 'give a vaulable insight into my personality etc.'

Right.

I just quit my job the other day. Was an tech support email monkey, product specalist and various other things...which all mean I sat at a PC screen all day and took abuse in a Call Centre.
Needless to say it wasn't quite what I'd imagined my life to be and definatly wasn't my type of job. But it was money, money which kept my research into ways of combining the cuteness of kittens with the unstoppable rage of the mexican screaming racist toad...to create a beast of unimaginable power and further my plans for world domina...umm I mean 'spreading peace and love'.

So when I mentioned the words 'workers rights, 'unions' and 'you cant treat us like this' in the same sentace to my overseers...I mean bosses....I was immediatley pegged for illumination.
I was tied up with lights and plugged into the wall socket but it didn't have much of an effect.
They later realised that they ment elimination, not illlumiunation and that one of the bosses was dyslexic.

So I was hounded in the job until I couldn't take anymore and quit. Caused them as many headaches as possible for the last few days I was there and they eventually gave me my last 2 weeks notice off, with pay.

So here I am. Jobless for the moment, with half finished toad-kittens and car repayments.
But I feel so damn good I think there's a law against it.

There probably is.

Shall go back to writing I think. Without an oppressive atmosphere my creativity is surging back.
Plus an entire site of hot naked chicks has revitalised me somewhat.