I may have made a slight miscalculation at work today and spent $314 on the wrong thing. Luckily I was able to clear it up, and return said item. Sadly, what I was supposed to do at work today required that piece of software. I’ve tried to do other stuff, but my stupidity has put the project, more or less, a day behind. I don’t like that one little bit.Here’s the deal. I generally see myself as being quite competent, and I always do things well. That’s why when I screw up, it really sucks. It totally shatters my massively inflated ego. Now it will take weeks and weeks of clever memory manipulation in order to reverse the potential psychological damage, and convince myself that this must be somebody else’s fault. Possibly the communists. I hate communists, and don’t you for one minute think that they’re gone! They’re just hiding, for all I know, I could be a communist, or you could be, or you, or you, or YOU (pointing at you)! But not me. That’s kooky talk.

On the upside, if our communist suppressors finally are able to get their way and overthrow democracy, I can be assured of a fine job as Minister of Internet Propaganda. I love propaganda, and everything it stands for. Hell, most of what I do could be classified as such anyways, since almost everything to do with marketing is basically lying. Fancy words and pretty pictures that have absolutely nothing to do with anything. Plus there’s the job security. There’s nothing like knowing that I cannot be fired to really drive me to surf the internet. A lot. If I couldn’t be fired, I don’t think I would ever do anything. At all. When my dictatorial supervisors asked me where my work was, I would naturally go on a violent tirade about the evils of the capitalistic pigs who would seek to imprison us with their financial shackles. Then I’d point and say “look, a bunny” and hide in a broom closet until the day was over.

Sadly, this is a democracy, and a capitalistic one to boot. In this world, when I screw up there are consequences to face, and questions to answer. In times of turmoil, the brave stand tall, accept their own inadequacies and fight through hardship, knowing that only by falling can they ever learn to stand on their own. Without perseverance, could we know the value of achievement? Without suffrage, could we know freedom? Now if you need me, I’ll be in the broom closet.