There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us?
-Queen, "Who Wants to Live Forever?"
The problem with gradually losing your job over time is that you can't blame it on alcohol. Which is why I'm going to start drinking on the job.
Ah, gin. At least you'll live comfortably during unemployment.
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