If people are ever forced to carry around RFID-type chips in their bodies (I assume I'll be dead by then, or in jail from firebombing to protest lost civil liberties), one piece of information that is absolutely vital is one's résumé, in editable form. Carry around your driver's license, your medical history, passport. Sure, carry all that, but for god's sake, don't forget your résumé.
Because when I return to work after two scheduled days off and find a note from you that says: "we're out of hand towels in the bathroom," I want to be able to (again, I realize I'll be dead - fair enough) bring up your vocational credentials and on the bloody spot irrevocably delete the portion that says you're a "top-notch problem solver," and replace it with "useless, barking moron."
My Favorite Cosplay
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I am trading blog post titles with Sara. She gave me a few suggestions for
what to write about. I chose the title “My favorite cosplay”. I like to
dress up...
1 hour ago
2 comments:
A little touchy, are we?
If you say so. "Frustrated" is more accurate. I feel like I'm being kept in a cage and poked with a stick, sometimes. I don't react happily to that sensation.
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