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June 3, 2005 1:10 AM

Day 2 of Unemployment:
The second day of not having a job... I thought I'd be unshaven, unclean, and a smelly depressed heap of a human laying on my living room floor. Well, everything I thought was right except for the depressed part. THIS IS GREAT!!!!!!!

I haven't been this well rested and happy since... well since I first started the Pep. What do I have planned for tomorrow? uhhh.. NOTHING!!! GREAT!!! SUCCESS!!!

Living the American Dream? I THINK SO!

June 1, 2005 12:10 AM

I'm smiling... I'm still smiling... Still smiling as I stand in the shower and wash the smell of the pep out of my hair one last time. The last time that place poisons me with it's poor ventilation and lack of air conditioning...

Am I going to miss the pep? Sure! I almost kinda do already. It's like leaving an abusive relationship where he kept on hitting you, but for some odd reason you still loved him. How he wasn't always bad. Just that one instance here and there when he would give you a black eye. Well no more shitpep black eyes and bruises that I tell my friends I got when I fell down the stairs.

I'll still miss him though... The way the floor tiles are stained from where Jonathan Wu slipped in a puddle of TFA. The fire retardent dust still left over in the back room from that time I put out the fire in June. The dead birds that always ended up trapped in the fans, and wouldn't ever leave. The remnants of their feathers slowly floating out partitioned through the hot summer day. The grin Dr. Chen always gave me when he was about to pass me seven to ten projects. All of which he had scribbled on the tattered folder outside (Recommend: John).

I don't think Dr. Chen ever learnt to spell my name correctly. But he's a smooth operator, operating correctly.

I'll miss staying late there when all who was left was panic man. And he was sitting there panicking about something I really didn't find all that important, so I'd turn up whatever was playing on the stereo and start bobbing my head violently. Then laugh it off and tell Panic not to worry about it.

I'm gonna miss the lunches we had. The days when we couldn't fit everyone in two cars. "Where do you want to go?" and Lekky would answer, "McDonald's!!!" Ugh I think I'll be fine if I don't have McDonalds for a while.

Am I going to get fat now that I'm not working my immigrant fingers to the bone? No seriously, cuz I don't want to get fat again... better start excercising... I wonder if I start lifting weights if I'll turn into one of those meatheads who are always flexing and talking about weight lifting... Maybe I'll just play tennis.

I worry about those who are still there. Who's going to stand up now... old man? I hope someone will step up in the void and take care of people. Someone has to, right?

As bad as the work environment was. As shitty as the workload was. As dick as the management was, I'll still miss it. I'm glad I met all the incredible people that I met there. People I would have never met had I not worked the shitpep.

For every important decision I've made in my life, I always ask myself, "Did I regret it?" So do I regret working at shitpep? Do I regret giving them 2 months warning? No to both questions. I wouldn't have had so much fun this past year. And well the 2 months thing. I fulfilled my sense of honor and morality. And that's all I need to live with myself at the end of the day.

So they dicked me in the end? Yea, I always figured they would. But everything comes around. I'm not bitter. I'm actually happy. And that's why I'm smiling, as I wash the smell of shitpep out of my hair... one last time.