Tada! After four months working in San Diego, I've finally found time to document my proletarian-working conditions in this damn city. I'm from Los Angeles and I'm currently working in San Diego in some undisclosed salt mine that only few know about.
Why the salt mines, you ask? It's because I enjoy working 15 hours a day, earning wages worthy of 19th century German proletarians in Berlin. Oh, not only that, I also enjoy writing those fucking TPS reports for my boss, who honestly wants me to write a fucking novel every time I send him one. No joke. Just recently, I had to write one for the Big Boss, which took my seven damn revisions. I'm surprised he did not ask me to include footnotes and a fucking bibliography. What an asshole.
But while I'm not working in the dreary conditions of the mines, I try to enjoy myself in my flat, where I try to polish off a bottle of wine on Fridays and read the latest rants on Crooks and Liars.
Anyway, I'm trying my best to enjoy beautiful city, even though the anti-social bitches that populate this region don't deserve a city this fucking beautiful. I'm off to bed.
Good night, San Diego.
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