At work I have to wear a name badge thinger around my neck which gains me access to certain areas of the building which would otherwise be unavailable to me. Yesterday I forgot said badge and had to borrow a co-worker's in order to get back into my office after going to the bathroom. When I returned he was nowhere to be found. It turns out he was fired while I taking care of my business. I just figured he went home early. Another person was also fired yesterday. I saw this firing, the aftermath at least. I saw her clear out her personal belongings and be escorted out of the building. gggggllllllll.
I was sitting on a couch last night looking at a copy of Joyce's Dubliners that was sitting on a coffee table when a girl cried out, "Whose book is that?" One thing led to another and she closed the conversation with "I read it for a class, it's alright." ... Can James Joyce be considered "alright?" And even if he can, who then would be considered higher than "alright" on that continuum? Woolf? Twain? Who knows, it doesn't really matter, however. How anyone can read "The Dead" within Dubliners and still describe the book as "alright" needs to reevaluate their critical analysis in my mind. RE READ THAT STORY.
He implores you.
I was sitting on a couch last night looking at a copy of Joyce's Dubliners that was sitting on a coffee table when a girl cried out, "Whose book is that?" One thing led to another and she closed the conversation with "I read it for a class, it's alright." ... Can James Joyce be considered "alright?" And even if he can, who then would be considered higher than "alright" on that continuum? Woolf? Twain? Who knows, it doesn't really matter, however. How anyone can read "The Dead" within Dubliners and still describe the book as "alright" needs to reevaluate their critical analysis in my mind. RE READ THAT STORY.
He implores you.
I've got no personal items here that I can't live without, by the way. Bring on the pain, mother fuckers.
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