So. In case anyone was wondering what the gravy train smells like, it smells like raw sewage. If I was still aboard the gravy train and doing a live broadcast, you would see the little girl from the Exorcist with a knife chained to Paris Hilton chained to George W. Bush chained to me. There would be no doors, just windows covered in shit behind a wall of flames. Oh, and fuck the Christmas shoes. What I'm saying is don't get on the gravy train unless you really really want to. Especially if it entails working for a shady wing of Finance that in my opinion uses money to brainwash their own people and crucifies those not willing to be brainwashed. I hope I'm being vague enough not to be sought out by this particular company and assasinated for not using shiny happy words to describe the shiny happy way they do business. If you're on to me, said shady wing of finance, bring it. I'll meet you in Grand Central by the clock at 2:45 pm on Monday. I'll be the one with the luggage and the ipod.
Ah hem. Excuse me.
The important thing is that I have returned to my company of origin and I am very happy there. My reasons for leaving, which will remain unmentioned, are calmed. More importantly, this experience has taught me lessons that I could not and would not have learned any other way. To the universe: thank you.
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5 comments:
nice blog
I'm just glad to see the glimmer of Niwa come back into your eyes. missed it, said shady wing of finance was holding it for ransom.
Interesting. Glad you are back and happy.
WOW! It was so great to see you, Niwa - glad you're happy. Funny thing, that learning lessons. Always pops up when you least expect it.
You're lucky your eyes are open to new challenges. Good for you!
you should write a memoir...or something.
you are a writer through and through...
fuck the gravy train. I say FUCK IT.
i love lessons in life. It means were growing up or something...
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