i’m leaving my job and therefore leaving the tard – but don’t worry. she still is.
exhibit g: the redbull diet.
a can for breakfast. a can in the afternoon. crisps for lunch. need i say more? actually, one more. she just came out of hospital – surgery no less (i do know, and its not something suitable for reading – rhymes with schmovarian mist). second day back at work – back on the ol’ diet. her temperature fluctuates from “i’m freezing” to “i’m boiling” as a result. in our climate controlled office.
exhibit h: “obviously” “so…”.
“so the thing is obviously it has to be on this date. obviously thats the case and i’ve already told you that so… i realise that. yes, but if you’d let me finish. obviously we have to keep to our terms and conditions so…”
i die a little each time.
admittedly we’ve been getting on better since i announced the move.
but the unknown future rolls toward us. i face it, for the first time, with a sense of hope. because if a machine, a tard, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.