Balls? Or a metaphor?

It’s the time of day when you get off facebook and superglue these funballs to your empty nut pocket!



Oh sure, I know they look like Bocce Balls. Something fun to throw and play and WEEEEEE! Sorta like your job once looked, no?



Remember back to those job gettin’ days, when all your friends sold their souls to plastics and long term care insurance?



But you were different. Special. For you were kind of a crappy drawer – an untalent that gave you license to at least be around creativity. If you can’t do it, sell it, right? Fun! Whoopee! But not only are you not selling shit, you’re back at my desk trying to change my precious brainchild into fucking Corky.



You think your fancy suit-bag sales friends fucking refashion the product they peddle, or do they reach into the vacuum where their brain is supposed to be and figure out how to keep their job?

They should put you on commission and let the invisible hand smack you in the face.