(February 2, 2014 at 6:37 am)downbeatplumb Wrote:(February 2, 2014 at 4:39 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: I actually find this quite humorous as the gay man at work sits there knitting quilts all day. Can't say I blame him, I read all day.
They pay two people to do nothing!!!
What is your job and how can i get into it?
I call people that had sirius radio's in there car to see if they wonna get it again. It is very mundane and tedious.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
