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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Squirmy's Offer

I got an unusual surprise from Squirmy. Guess he talked with Master MC about my situation and he offered me a job working on his Carrier Wave Signal Generator group. That made me smile. Now I've already got one possible avenue of escape. I told Squirmy about my idea of checking out Lightwave first though. He thought that was a sensible plan and said, "Go ahead. Interview with them and take a good look around. If it doesn't work out you have a job here waiting. I'll hold it open until you make a decision, but I'd like to have you working with us in Area 51." Awesome. Can't ask for anything better than that.

Potatohead caught me sitting in the break room a little while later that evening. I was feeling extra arrogant when he opened his stupid mouth to hassle me about something or other. I didn't pay him much attention. The best part was when I looked him right in the eye and said, "Potatohead. I can work for you, but I can't work with you." He turned red and yelled at me. Then he stormed off to go hassle someone else. Probably Musclehead. Poor bastard.

Gotta press those buttons...

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