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When I can afford it, I'd like to live alone for a little while. Maybe a year or two, maybe once I try it I'll want more. I've always lived with someone else; always had to make room in my life to accommodate someone else's stuff. Even when I had a single room in college, I made room for my fiance who lived there instead of in his own room. As I get older, it becomes more and more important for me to have control over my own space. This is probably helped along by the times I lived in my car.

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Sometimes I hate this one client. He's doing a very good thing...he runs a power service that uses all green generators. He always pays on time, and we're making damn good money off his leases.

And he talks to me like I work for him. He asks me to do things for him that are not my job and I don't know how to do, and when I refer him to my boss, to whom he should be speaking, he gets pissed off. I'm a goddamn glorified receptionist, you asshole, I don't get paid near enough to put up with your shit, and I DON'T FUCKING WORK FOR YOU!


There, I feel better now.