working for the man. I am the man.
But then I would quit to myself. And I would grin wickedly while I begged myself to please reconsider and not make such a rash decision. Then I would sigh and say, okay, but this pitiful contract will have to be renegotiated before I would EVER THINK to work for myself EVER AGAIN.
And then I would buy myself a good chair like this one.

And I would say to myself, "here you go! YOU deserve it!"


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