May 7, 2006

Would you rather be here?


This past Friday, at almost 9pm, I did something crazy. Got in my car, drove almost two hours and found myself sleeping at a place that resembles this. The next morning, I woke up at almost twelve. Got in my bikini and walked to the beach. Laid there for almost two hours... then went to have lunch at a sea-side spot, then to the movies. Got to the huge perfect penthouse I rented, got in a beautiful white dress and went to have a few drinks at the local bar. Today I woke up with a huge smile on my face.

In all that time, I never worried about work. Never really gave it a deep thought. So... I don't know about you, but I'd rather get in my car again, and be here: the beach.

Mission Impossible: Liking it as much as the first one


Well. Um. So... I went to see MI:3. It was ok. I'm sorry if I don't sound that gung ho about it, but come on... the first one was cool as hell. Second one? Kind of cool. Third one? Had cool moments but I had problems with the storyline. Besides, ever since Tom Cruise went nuts, I'm having problems watching and not thinking about his religion issues and stuff.

Let me walk you thru the things I liked and didn't like:

Liked:

• Cool bad ass villain: Philip Seymour Hoffman - he steals the movie. Truly evil, dudes! Loved his I don't give a shit attitude. Perfect.

• Mask animations: damn, those were nice. Wish I could buy one and find out some things in my life!

• Action Secuences: They still make them so that you can jump on your seat. By the way; Tom runs fast as hell, dammit. Must be the crazyness.

Didn't like:

• Plot problems: Back and forth stuff doesn't really work, really. Don't go Memento on an action flick, please.

• Not enough cool characters with Cruise: Liked the first crew, sorry.

• Bad use of Laurence Fishburne - such a great actor and few scenes. I guess he needed to pay his sports car or something.

So. If you like the franchise, go see it. If you really, really liked the first one... then go anyways. But don't expect that much, ok? See you...

Read this book: Terri: The Truth

Michael Schiavo's book on the life and death of his wife is one powerful book, dammit. You see, I'm in his side, no matter what. If that thing happened to me, and I hope that this post is evidence of it, I would want someone to unplug me. No bull. Living that way is simply inhumane. By letting Terri live it would have been only for her parent's happiness - don't forget the money battle as well. My mom and I have discussed this until we are blue in the face, because none of us would really want to be each other's burden.

When it all happened, I used to wonder why Michael didn't appear in tv that much. Now I understand. He had better battles to fight, more important things to work on - his wife and her wishes. I truly respect this man, even more when reading his book. You see? Life gave him the reason at the end. Sometimes you have to keep quiet and let things unravel in their own way.

May 5, 2006

Things that Suck: Poodles


We talk about advertising, but actually there are many things that suck. At least in my book. So from now on, this is a new section: things that suck. Things that actually by being near us can actually make us hurt someone. This list might be long, so I'm going to post little by little all things that make me go "what the fuck"?

And the first? Fucking Poodles. How I hate those dogs. Puffy, sissy... what a dork dog, dammit. You have to see me when this animal approaches. I lose it completely and start foaming at the mouth of sheer anger. I just hate the fact that it even doesn't look funny or fun. And besides, when it get's dirty... whoa. Yuck.

Poodles. One thing more that sucks like advertising.

It's Friday, time to: Shake what yo' Mama Gave you!


Yeeeeeeah! Damn this to hell, the best day of the week is here to make us happy again. So this day, I've decided to shift the theme from drinking to... just having a great time, shaking your rump. And who better to start things off than our friend Luke Campbell and his legendary song, "Shake what yo' Mama gave you"...

Don't have it? Um. Have we mentioned the great Limewire? I hear that it's preety good...

May 4, 2006

From weird to WTF in 1.7 seconds

Face it, no matter the industry, no matter the office, every company has weirdoes. I’m not talking about your garden-variety odd nut that like to rub peanut butter on their genitals; I’m talking about candidates for most likely to become a serial killer. A series of people that are at the brink and you wouldn’t be surprised if they went postal one day, hopefully a day you’re absent.

Look around, try to mildly analyze your co-workers and in a short while… THERE’S WALDO! Every place I’ve worked in, and I mean EVERY place, has at least one said character. People you once went to lunch with to make them feel like part of the group until you realize just why they bring their meals from home to feed on quietly in a dark and remote corner.

From the ludicrous to the stark mad, these seeds of destruction are planted in the system to keep a tacit balance among the workers, or they might just be damn good at what they do, (although that is not the case in quite a few cases I’ve witnessed).

A few characters I’ve seen.

Samara’s mom. PPD (post partum depression) women. I’m not talking about women who have given birth or single mothers valiantly standing up for their families. These are the obsessed who only talk of their demon children and how their lives would be different if they hadn’t been born. Sounds scary and it is and you can’t help but worry for the child every time mommy bathes them.

The Woody. Justified pedophiles. “Old enough to pee, good enough for me” is their motto. Guys you really don’t even want to show a picture of your mom much less your teen sister because they will do what they can to get their greasy mits on fresh meat.

Aaron Smith. The overly morose Cure fan. Their lives are a Staind lyric and they make Robert Smith look ecstatic. They work on med advertisements and can’t help but be more than willing to swallow the whole vial or a mouthful of lead.

Those touched by the Messiah. I actually think it’s nice to see someone with a level of faith. I can’t say I relate but I see them glow and can’t help but feel good for them, even if our views are designed to clash logic vs. faith. Now when you take this and hyperbolize it to the point where you’re getting Jesus jack hammered into your skull every day, well, let’s just say that’s not nice. Feel free to crucify yourself if you’re so much of a radical.

The tweaker. EVERY company has at least one person whose done way too much shit. This is your brain, this is your brain on drugs, this is your brain on drugs with bacon and toast, this is you eating your brain on drugs. Get the picture? Then frame it.

The overly sensitive pruny prude. It’s ok to have a set of core values and to want to defend them. But going psycho on people for having different opinions and actually plotting on how to get that person fired, well that deserves a good old tar & feathering.

The Hyperchondriac. Not hypo but hyper because they won’t shut up about how the A/C is poisoning their lungs; on how people are totally inconsiderate with their whole situation; on how mommy didn’t breastfeed them because they were despised by their mothers.

The pornographite. This person jerks more meat than Slim Jim. Porn at work, at home, in their wallet, on their cell phone, on their iPOD, on their PSP and even in the glove compartment. Here’s a stress ball buddy, let your calloused cock heal for a change.

The John Bonham. These fuckers take getting drunk to a whole other level. Can you say Red Eye, Irish Coffee and flask? They can’t either although they can kind of slur it.

The right wing extremist. They plot the end of chinks, niggers, spics, and towel heads to create a better America free of immigrants. Hmmm. Someone should tell him he’s also an immigrant, he’s just been around a little longer and his kind just happened to have guns when they arrived.

The left wing extremist. Tree hugging psychopaths that can’t help but constantly praise their efforts on saving humanity thanks to the can they recycled.

Nico the former smoker. Chewing Nicorette all day long just pisses them off all the more. Give them some of that sweet cancer or face their twitching wrath.



The list is long and nasty my friends. What other species have you seen in your workplace that scare the shit out of you because of what they are or what they could potentially do? The lines are open.

Too Funny: The Worst LP designs, ever.


Where does he get those wonderful links, I wonder. Well, have no fear, TravisFckr is here with another gem of a link. Here's a taste so you can go to a nice, silent place... and start laughing until you pee yourself.Enjoy!

May 3, 2006

Tell me if you don't wince when you read this...


I am goyng to make ha point here. Bekause I realy think that writeeing badly is yust ahwful. Hard, isn;t yt? When yu read somethin that is puurly writen, is't paintful. Even writing this is jard to do. I am writing this in horder to make yu realise how dizgusting it is to read, not typos, but just moronic writing.

Joker talked about this recetnly, and I hav strong opinion s in the matter. You see, there is one thing to make typo. I know piople are not purfect and sometynes they make mistake...

Oh God. I can't do it anymore. I am straining here. Ok, normal spelling from now on. I am in pain of reading below. (Deep breathing)

Good. Better.

People. I know we are not perfect. I bet all my money that even this blog, which is mainly written by copywriters, has lots of typos. Hey, we try, but sometimes we are so tired or simply don't give a rat's ass if we commit the sin of forgetting how to write a word properly. But trust me, when an ad pops up in the newspaper and I realize that it has a typo, I suddenly have the urge to drop dead. It is humiliating. But... this is not a post about typos, we've written about this before.

This post is about moronic people who write without really thinking about what they are doing. Look guys, it is just wrong. If you get a job that is filled with errors, I bet that you stare and wonder what happened to that person when they were at school. Get a letter and find yourself trying to decipher what the fuck they are trying to say? It happens all the time. For me, bad writing is just laziness, mixed with lack of good reading. Laziness because the writer obviously did something else but learn at school. Lack of reading, any reading, because when you have the habit of doing it you develop your vocabulary and spelling abilities.

If I was a boss and some asswipe sent in a memo - even a simple email - full of typos, I would be left wondering why the hell did I hire that person in the first place. I mean... a client will read something just as awful? Do you realize how bad for the company that is? Coworkers? Lord. Makes me go Donald Trump on their asses and say... You're fired.

Ok... I can agree on the fact that excellent writing is a gift. There are people that just write and there are people that can make you go on a trip with them. For example, Joker is one of my favorite writers of all time. Besides the fact that this man is funny as hell, he has the gift of making us live or suffer every single thing that happens to him. (You might be blushing, young man, but you rock) You should see him in action, live. Ah... penis jokes. How I miss the good old days, huh Joker?

Um... where was I? Oh yes. Good writing. It is not a gift, my young padawans, It should be as basic in life as breathing or eating. Think you suck at writing? Start to read. Anything. WAIT! Please, no Cosmopolitan or Maxim. This does not constitute as "reading". Try something without illustration or photos. That helps. Also, buy a damn book on writing, grammar, spelling... Whatever. Just buy the stupid book and start to learn. Don't want to do it for yourself? Ok. Then do it for us, the poor shmucks who have to endure one more memo or email from you.

Thank you, a disgruntled reader.

Thank you JESUS!!!!!!! Pirates of the Caribbean II

It's coming... It's coming!! YEAH!

BUY THIS NOW: Tool 10,000 Days




Evil, death, murder and carnage can be beautiful. Or at least that’s what one can believe when they listen to Tool and like it. A band that single handedly created a type of sub category spawning countless people who wish they had a tenth of the talent. Getting that out of the way, realize that these are some of the most talented and most disturbed individuals on the face of the Earth, adopting beliefs that would scare most people who decide to read any of these guys’ bookshelves. They have all been active in other projects but no matter what, fans, myself included, always froth at the mouth at the mention of another CD made by this great band. So what have they brought this time around? Some of the tightest most intense music made in this millennium. If I had to describe this cd in a phrase I’d have to say it’s a thumping dark cathartic mantra, or something on those lines. And like my Pearl Jam heroes, these guys are all past 40 and apparently have it under their skin to show the new generation of pussy rockers what a real big bold rock and roll cock sounds, looks, and feels like.

Breakdown

1. Vicarious 7:06

First single from the album. Dark, intense, drums that steam roll over you and guitar and bass work you want to fight to. This is what they should put as background music in UFC WHILE they fight.

2. Jambi 7:28

What’s this? A one two punch of hard tracks? This album can’t possibly be this heavy on so many songs. Great effects, great vibe and that’s the way a truly Tool song has to be. Born rough, brought through its life smoothly screaming with impressive crescendos and ending in a guttural yell.

3. Wings for Marie (Part1) 6:11

This is actually the first part of a 17 minute song. Its build up is surreal and intense and you can’t help but wonder what visuals would go with this in a tool video although my mind’s eye is quite active.

4. 10,000 days (Wings Part 2) 11:13

Continuing with wings for Marie, the songs plods along, taking its time to create the appropriate mood to take you on a journey into the darkest corners of your mind. Float in your subconscious but put your seat belt on, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

5. The Pot 6:21

First verse you don’t know where it’s going. Enter the music… It’s another musical trip into purgatory and it feels good to burn.

6. Lipan Conjuring 1:11

In a nutshell… WTF?

7. Los Keys (Blame Hoffman) 3:21

Atmospheric, brooding, spooky. Great setup for Rosetta.

8. Rosetta Stoned 11:11

Erratic, pissed off thoughts spewed in a tabla heavy song. The drumming is top notch on the entire album, but a few parts on this track are just insane.

9. Intension 7:21

Slow song that would feel right at home in their last album Lateralus. Slow, patient, highly atmospheric. Definitely a good song to get high to… or maybe not.

10. Right in Two 8:55

Another dark trip into the void. Imagine a man walking through a barren wasteland with no recollection, no purpose yet filled with anger. That’s what this song makes me feel like even if the lyrics have nothing to with what I mentioned.

11. Viginti Tres 5:02


One of the longest outros to an album, signaling its end, until you listen again and again.
So in retrospect, this is an incredible album any Tool fan needs and any true rock fan should dig in to. Sweet dreams, if you’re able to sleep anyways.

Oh and by the way, if you’ve ever wondered what a fallen angel would sound like, look no further than Maynard James Keenan.

Was Top TV Ads! Ellen Feiss

Hey! Seems that Wednesday is new material day! Lots of posts! Good! Anyways, to keep the momentum going, here's a simply perfect commercial, a legend: Ellen Feiss Switch Ad. I know RestrictionsApply will laugh when he sees this. Here's to the good times, my friend.

BUY THIS NOW: Pearl Jam




If you are one of the many people who insist Pearl Jam is a band past their prime, who are way over the “Ten” days, this cd is a nice “fuck you” wrapped in avocado packaging.

To say that this album is good is an understatement beyond anything I can conceive. True, I might be a Pearl Jam mark, but that will never eclipse the reality that this band rocks harder than a week old baguette. Raw, unrelenting, intense, fast, hard and impressive are just some of the words I’d use to describe this album seeing as after four listens, it’s clear that this cd will be around in my cd player for a long, long time. Everyone is on top of their game and experimentation has been replaced by the tightest tracks this band has done in years, even if they’ve done great material, this just shows how good this album is and how fresh it sounds. No way would you even fathom that the band is pushing 16 years and that its band members are past 40. Teenie bopping bands only have wet dreams about coming up with something this well made.

Here’s a song-by-song breakdown.

1. Life Wasted 3:56

Garage rock at its best. Great riff, nice solo and the way an album should start off. Tight.

2. World Wide Suicide 3:31

The first single from the album and the reason why I was jumping like an idiot two months ago. This is The Who but bigger, better and uncut. Note Matt Cameron’s drumming and how it correlates to your head banging, toe tapping and/or ass shaking.

3. Comatose 2:22

A left hook to the liver. That’s what this pump song is. Hard rocking, nerve racking and the type of thing I blast into my ear to get in the mood to surf.

4. Severed Hand 4:32

An “Evenflow” vibe with thumping drums and a cool bridge. This song is made to rock live. Solos, funky vibe, pulsating bass? What else do you friggin need? Get your flannel out, this is grunge like you remember it.

5. Marker in the Sand 4:25

One of my favorite tracks off the album and one of the coolest choruses I’ve heard in a while. Something cool you can definitely shimmy to. Police influences and some other classic bands too. Love it.

6. Parachutes 3:38

If this was any more influenced by the Beatles it’d sound like Oasis he he he. Seriously. Beautiful song that just flows like a 70’s classic you put in a bar to share a beer with friends.

7. Unemployable 3:06

Ok parachutes is to the Beatles like Unemployable is to Tom Petty. The influence is there but it’s a song all PJ. Great track, catchy riffs and sounds like some obscure 80’s track that stood out from the shitty hair bands.

8. Big Wave 3:00

Ok. Read the name, realize I surf and try to guess how much I love this rocking song. Can’t figure it out? Fuck it can’t get catchier than this and I just want to go and create havoc in the water. Funky, juicy licks to make you want to sing along and rawk out.

9. Gone 4:11

This song slightly echoes past albums in a dark brooding song that brings you down before soaring high with a chorus to bring hope in dismal days. Great build up, great chorus beautiful song.

10. Wasted Reprise 0:55

Only track in the album someone might have a complaint about because, well it’s 55 seconds long and it’s a reprise. Cool organs though and should make for a killer closer for the first track.

11. Army Reserve 3:47

Take “In hiding” from the album yield and inject it with the attitude in the album Vitalogy and this is what comes out. Excellent track.

12. Come Back 5:31

I could go on some long explanation of why I love this bluesy track. Suffice to say it made me tear up.

13. Inside Job 7:08

Radiohead like intro with a soulful Pearl Jam riff. Piano’s in the background and a high bass line. This band has a knack of always pulling off a great closing track and this is one of the best. Definitely some Zeppelin influence in some parts. The ending delay riff leaves you yearning for more though but that’s not a bad thing by any means.


So in a sum-up, all of the album is spectacular. There’s no filler and it sets the bar quite high for anyone releasing an album this year. If you’re a Pearl Jam fan or if you love rock, do yourself a favor and buy this album.

I wanna kick your half ass.

Ok, before going on my routine rant, it should be noted that this was going to be a post from last week, but I desisted because I wanted to have faith in the person I was going to write it for. I wanted to believe that having done a good job for a full week two weeks ago that was an indicator of the good things to come. I suck more than advertising for being a schmuck. It’s like having faith in people’s driving skill; like having faith in my government; like having faith in humanity and that in the end we’ll all get along like in Star Trek (even if I found it massively odd that it took quite a few decades to get a Hispanic looking cast member); like having faith in the lotto, or a preacher, or believing that a bum will use your dollar for food. It’s stupid. It’s really stupid to keep faith in people when they’ve proven they can be quite mediocre, but like a dumb ass I decided to go humanist for a day or two and guess what it got me, poorly written jobs, 10,000 bullshit revisions (including revisions to undo revisions) and high blood pressure.

Why o why, why, why does it have to be so fucking hard to do things right? If there’s been a discussion, a fight, a problem and we’ve talked shit over, high-lighting the flaws of both and how we could remedy them to better work as a cohesive team, why do some people insist on forgetting? I can understand when someone has a billion things to do, but when you see that same person going for 7 cigarette breaks in one day, that’s not stress, it’s doing something to look stressed and busy when all he or she really is, is a nicotine addict created from idle time spent stupidly.

Typos are the least of my problems. It’s the whole copy pasting duties that are inherently part of this person’s daily job that piss me off. 9 to fiving while I’m busting my ass plus I have to translate whatever mandatories and instructions I can gather from the jumbled texts that they gave me for reference.

Reference this SUCKAH! I need you to help me, help you, help the client ok. Is that too much to ask for? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve written something like this to not blast that person a new asshole, because when I did, it wasn’t pretty and we simply smoothed it out. But ugh, trying my patience on a weekly basis is not something I appreciate. So please oh buddy oh pal of mine, could you please give me your 64% so we can get things done on at least an amicable albeit mediocre level? Thanks pookie.

Wrightoff does it again!

Hillarious. Dude, you rock. Read it now, dammit!

Great Blogs, right ahead!

Dudes! I have found two blogs that totally rock the house and you really need to bookmark them. One is Scamp, the other is Make the Logo Bigger. The links are at the right of the screen, please go and have a laugh, read some interesting stuff or whatever. Trust me.

May 2, 2006

Change is good? Not always!

Recently I have been having some rough days. It's not easy from time to time. I mean... life has such a sense of humor, it likes to fuck with us just because. But the thing is that in times of rough waters, you always turn to something familiar. Don't you have it too? A familiar voice, someone who knows exactly who you are, who accepts you with no conditions. No if's or but's. Their love and friendship is just perfect. And it can make everything all right.

I guess this post is my honor to one of my dearest friends of all time. I know this person over... 15 years? Yup, just about right. We have been there for each other, listening to frustrations, bad situations, good ones too, drinking beer, drinks, white sangrías (yummy), having some delicious sushi... We have met each other's love interests, we have suffered each other's heart breaks. We even have fought like cats and dogs, which almost made us lose our friendship. Nothing could ever win over such a perfect friendship, we learned. Women. Men. Work. All come and go, and still, we're there. We have a running joke that we are the only thing that is constant in our lives. Hey... not many people endure that many years before something happens that turns each other away.

I am writing this because... I don't know why, really. Ok, yes. I think I know. All I write here has a purpose, because if one of you is feeling down and out, I highly recommend going back to your roots. My friend is like that. Roots. Where you don't have to explain what is going on, because it doesn't matter. Those people are there in good times and bad times. And they always know what to say to make you smile again. I am writing this because I need to say thank you.

Feeling a bit lost? Run to your dearest friend, trust me. Having some difficult times at work? Talk it over a nice red wine. They always seem to find a piece of info that puts everything in perspective. Don't want to talk? Don't want to say everything? It's ok too. They understand. Just talk about something else. Just be there.

Funny. My friend doesn't read this blog, even though I have sent him the damn link a hundred million times. He doesn't have to read this. He knows how grateful I am.

May 1, 2006

Life according to Me.

Funny how life is, right? Picture this. You have been working at something for quite a while, but no matter what you do, you feel something is wrong. You put in all your effort and wishes, and in the end, deep down you know you are wasting your time. It might be work. It might be a simple hobbie. It even might be your love interest. Who cares. Sometimes in life you give your 100%, but you know, deep in your heart, that it's not coming back to you as you wish. You get your hopes up, thinking it's going to get better, and then life throws a low blow. Ooops. I made the mistake of believing, again. It's like the sticker. Shit happens.

I was thinking about that tonight. Giving your all while, deep down, you know maybe you're wasting your time. And it's not your imagination. You can see it. You can sense it. You can actually prove it with cold hard facts. But you don't. Sometimes I have found myself checking out a thing I think is a figment of my imagination... and I hit myself on the face with some awful truth. Do I say it? Do I say "this sucks" and this is why? Do I present the evidence, Law & Order style? Nope. I just smile. It's not nice to show off that you are more intelligent than the other guy. Besides, I like it better when life gives me the reason at the end.

Your job, for example. You can love what you do. You can give it your all. But if your boss treats you like shit, eventually all you love about your work will die. Love can crumble, I always say. Lies, bad situations, crappy AE's and CD's... they can, little by little, make all you love about your work simply dissapear. And the thing is, like a bad boyfriend, we can't leave because we love it there. We have a strong connection to something that won't let us leave.

I got good news. You might not have noticed. It's not your fault. It happens. In your life, there is always a place to go where everything is better. Where you feel safe. A place where you feel nothing can harm you ever again. It can be a friend. It can be a new dude or dudette. It can be even a new job. It's waiting for you. All you have to do is just accept the fact that it's always been there, right in front of your nose.

Someone said this to me not long ago: when all is done and you get tired... everything bad around you will crumble. The only one thing that is truly good for you will be left standing.

So true...

What it seems to take to be a boss

To be the boss you need to look the part, and that’s pretty much it. Some people are excellent professionals but come on, drop the bullshit, you know some people do little more than boss pose just so people can buy into the reality that those characters earn a juicy four times what you earn, at minimum.

So what does it take to be a boss apart from experience, capital, and the right connections? Here’s a list of fifteen things you better have if you want to some day have them big bucks.

1.) Cocksure attitude. It doesn’t matter if you’re wrong, you’re right. If you show an ounce of hesitation, you’re out of the picture. So take a presidential attitude and onward ho, if there’s a mistake, it’s someone else’s fault for not having corrected it.
2.) Delegate everything. You’re the boss you’re not supposed to do anything, you make decisions and that’s as far as you should go, if there is anything else you need to do, that translates into a 4% salary cut to cover your services.
3.) Feign Team attitude. Watch Hoosiers, Rudy, The Faculty, Jerry Macguire, Friday Night Lights and any other bullshit sports movie to know how to inspire the grunts.
4.) Have limited eye contact with personnel. Hell you’re the shit, why should you even waste time in looking them in the eye.
5.) Every month or so chew someone’s ass out and then the next month pat him or her on the back. It shows you care about the work being done instead of reflecting the reality that you honestly don’t give a shit as long as the client pays the bills.
6.) Have two cars. One expensive shiny car to show off to your clients, and one piece of shit to show your employees so they see what a humble and down to earth guy you are.
7.) Have a hot secretary. What boss is a real boss without some sexual harassment?
8.) Hold meaningless staff meetings with everyone on the team so everyone feels included. But just the meaningless ones or the ones where there is bad news. Yes they might be greater in numbers, but because of this, their complaints will be drowned out by each other and you won’t have to detail all existing problems.
9.) Have a painting in your office, even if you hate art. Remember, bosses have good taste.
10.) Have a blackberry, the most expensive cell phone on the market and a G-20 quadruple processor even if you don’t know the difference between a jpg and a word document.
11.) Have pocket dictionaries. When in doubt flip through it and fall back on jargon. Real bosses use elevated vocabulary words and they shouldn’t expect to be understood because hey, they’re the ones in charge.
12.) Have a wall full of trophies even if they’re not yours. Bosses need trophies.
13.) Have a surgically enhanced Stepford wife. I did mention bosses need trophies, didn’t I.
14.) Do the protocolary rounds. Make sure to walk like you have a four pound dick, even if you are a woman. Bosses always have a big Johnson, even if it happens to be an overly developed clitoris.
15.) Master the art of bullshit. It will take you far in any industry as seen in the short albeit wise saying: “He who masters the bull’s fecal matter shall forever inherit the riches deserved by he who feeds the bull.”

So there you go. Be the best you can be and when in doubt remember one very important response to anything, “Who pays your salary again?”.
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