The game is over. That game where they get to hire you for 40 years, pay you far less than you create, and then give you a gold watch, and then you get bored, you get depressed, and you die alone. It wasn't that fun of a game anyway. When I had a corporate job I would wake up depressed. I couldn't move out of bed. The sun would be coming in. A cat on the fire escape staring at me through the window. Even it was more excited to be alive than me. And, by the way, I had the best job in the world. I interviewed prostitutes for a living at three in the morning. But they were going to kill me in my cubicle.Source: http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Techcrunch/~3/M1zUP4s8XZo/
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