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| The Plan Big Mistake Zine-tastic Clean Up Warning: Don't Read If Easily Disgusted Thieves and Cons Cleaning Going At It Again What Hell Hath We Wrought? SAD Deck of Many Things I Kick Ass At a loss Zzz Naive Women vs. The World Corporeal Angst Another Waste of Time Danger! Boredom Alert! Danger! Flavor What do I want out of Life? Question... Shopping/AotC A Question Murph, to his pals Spam Quality I don't want to hear about it I don't think I care Amarrin Map Amarrin - I just had to Evil Babes? So, did Hank and Sheila ever get it on? Dead Rockstars I am Jack's Noxious Fart Stomach Ache PDA - PDQ! Twitch The Derring-Do of the Daring Duo! Back At It My New Fetish Channel 19 Chrysalis or It's Always Darkest Before the Dawn I'm Dancing! I'm Dancing! Let's Talk Taxes The light, the light! Aw Crap! Grossed Out My Trip to Walmart April Fools? Mind Fucks Destiny Dreams of Power Business Update Gia! Spring! Oops2 Torture Bullshit Broadcast Dreamland Sean Francis L.L.C. Amazing Weekend Third Entry Stupid What If's Bonus Day Fear of Flying The Good, The Bad, The Pathetic, and The Pitiful Small Steps Results Today's Baby Steps Birthday Resolution Birthdays Valloween Relationships Oops The Best Game Expansion Thingy Ever Edges The Creeping Days CAKE Best Phone Call Ever Where's the broadcast Why? Bleargh Singular Passion Overheard Questions I'm Tired of Answering Disease Ghetto? Wasted Talent Yo-Yo King UnReality Lucidity Bad Starts Ah, Fudge! You are looking for what? Captain Liberty Drunk=Rranting Topsy-Turvy Tunnel of Righteousness Classmates.com Journal Test General Ideas The Party of the Century Car Wars Sense of Dread Active Stupid...or Memorex? Touch God, Baby And Now, On With the Show Isn't it absurd? Again?! Something's stirring Thanatopsis - Worst one yet. In The Dreamlands It's Time Surrender Nothing Will Be the Same? Doubtful. Party Planning The Ultimate Sell Out? Wants More Things I'd Like to Invent More Lottery Rambling Lottery Fever Things I'd Like to Invent Sceptre, Crown, and Spear Portical of Power Still Moving Moving Wet is Wet My Day of Protest The Great Flux TORG! Tired of Waiting Crushlink!!!! Planning Ahead Playing Catch Up Pathetic or Cool? Devil's Tower Dreams What are people searching for? What the @#*&! Square Peg Stop It More Griping About Work At The Movies Douglas Adams is Dead Drowned by Phlegm Sweaty Sickness Sharks Tech Call Damn, I'm hot VPN's, Dentists and Technology Pop Culture Dreams Cooking God, I'm tired Chthonic Hands and Smurfs Maelstrom of Ideas Writing Working Hard Welcome << The Stygian Labyrinth << Boufdot | 3/1/2002 Bonus Day My company is giving out the yearly bonus today. The bonus is a grounded in what seems like a perfect science of a finding a percentage through a mathematical formula which factors in Revenue Profit and New Business as well as intangible elements such as Project Implementation. This was a tough year for my company. The company made money, which is good, but it didn't make as much as it did last year, which is bad. My bonus percentage is 50%, which would mean I should get 1 week of pay instead of a full two weeks of pay. Ahh, but there is a catch. The bonus program is meant to award 'Star Performers' more than schlubs, so managers get to do some extra factoring. In the 3 years I've been eligible for a bonus, twice I've been given the maximum bonus allowed for an hourly employee. Seeing that I am the biggest slacker, had more than my fair share of fuck ups, there is definately something else going on. What this also means is someone got cut short on their bonus in order for me to get the extra money. Okay, this is business, it has nothing to do with fair. In the same meeting it was announced that in 30 to 60 days we will be told by our parent company how many people First Commonwealth needs to lay off. So if I get the 'Star Performer' status again (doubtful) I am supposed to accept the money knowing that someone else in the company is going to get laid off as a cost cutting measure? Yes, there is a slight chance the person they ask to leave is me, which means I should be grabbing all I can before the corporate boot is placed firmly against my backside, but my naivete and belief that the place can't run without me gives me a false sense of confidence. In other news, I've started to work out. Nothing major so far, just some ab stuff to make it easier to suck in my gut when I want to look trim. The problem is I haven't made even a pathetic attempt at exercise beyond walking for two years. I feel like I've been punched in the stomach repeatedly. I've also been working my arms briefly to help relieve a dull ache in my shoulder, which I fear is arthritis but is probably more related to some lethargic malady. Now, I have new pains in my arms where muscle should be. I'm doing all of this in some attempt to get some discipline in my life so I can take writing more seriously (anyone want to read my screenplay, a sequel to Ferris Bueller's Day Off called Ferris Bueller: Another Day Off in which Ferris is now an adult and instead of skipping school he is skipping work? No? You sure? Ok, but it's a gem.)
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