So today I feel liberated. Scared. Happy…actually happier than I have felt in a long time.<\/p>\n
I quit my job today.<\/p>\n
Too right, mates. I got a sharp boot to the backside and decided that it was enough dicking around and leave the bar. Long story short: I mistakedly put up a naughty pic onto the bar’s website that the owner didnt like. I got the call Sunday morn to take it down. Which got me to thinking that I wasnt really doing what I want to do, which is graphic design (web and print) and that I am wasting time sitting around cowtowing to promoters and committees that come to the bar with their hands out and faces blank, expectant for you to give them something just because theyre “part of the community”. Coupled with the constant gnawing at the heels of my brain that I was going nowhere and needed to do something with my life other than foreskin contests, I decided to make the jump. My old job will become a contract position where I will only do the website once or twice a month with the odd poster\/pamphlet thrown in. I have other leads as well so Im not sitting idly by and wondering when the next bingo cheque will be.<\/p>\n
I could be all bitter and mad and tell you the whole gorey details of how this revelation came about…Maybe some day after all this blows over. Im not sure how the owner is going to take my leaving…he may cut me out entirely as some employers are wont to do, or he might still want me around. My leaving is not even 6 hours old.<\/p>\n
As I said, Im liberated. And scared. Anyone need a freelance graphic designer?<\/p>\n
This Just In…<\/strong> Witnesses said Horn defended himself by hitting the tiger with his microphone. The microphone created a crashing sound in the theater when it hit the face of the male tiger<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Okay. Here’s the soundtrack to that mental image:<\/p>\n “Down!”<\/p>\n “Raaaar!!”<\/p>\n chomp.<\/em><\/p>\n “Aaaa!”<\/p>\n bong!bong!bong!bong!!!<\/p>\n Is it wrong to laugh at this? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So today I feel liberated. Scared. Happy…actually happier than I have felt in a long time. I quit my job today. Too right, mates. I got a sharp boot to the backside and decided that it was enough dicking around and leave the bar. Long story short: I mistakedly put up a naughty pic onto […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":430,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s9WjY-chomp","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/215"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/430"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=215"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/215\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=215"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=215"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=215"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI wanted to comment on the whole Siegfried and Roy tiger attack thing. Ok, I think these two have been lucky so far that their tigers havent turned on them sooner. I am glad to hear that Roy has mumbled “Dont kill the cat,” through the bandages. But what makes me laugh is this (from the first news item):<\/p>\n