Fucking work!
How the hell did I work two days of wood carving and end up injuring myself? With a huge gash on my index finger, I can't even go to work to work anymore. The stupid boss told me to take a break and let my finger heal, which means that the stupid boss probably doesn't want to buy me a pity lunch, or take me out on a pity lunch break to the strip club. This is some bullshit. Not to mention, my freaking typing speed has been decreased from 70 wpm to 51 wpm due to my disability. It's all that stupid termite's fault.
I was carving my wood to erect a small statue of myself when a fucking termite jumped out of nowhere scaring the heeby-jeebies out of me, causing my hand to slip, resulting in a pool of blood, which looked pretty damn cool until I realized that a chunk of flesh was dangling off of my finger. To make things worse, working only two days meant I was ineligible for insurance, which means I had to just use alcohol pads, adhesive bandages, and duct tape to ensure a full and steady healing. Thank goodness for duct tape because if I didn't have that roll at hand, my finger might have been broken for good. Sadly, my life isn't over yet.
Since I was sent home early, and probably for good, I applied to a couple jobs, which include a sewing factory and a veterinarian place, but being that I eat meat, the former may be the only likelihood. I'm just hoping I can work at this sewing factory for a couple days so I can learn how to stitch my finger back together.
Using one of the great Eight Wonders of the World, creative thinking, I have taken the initiative to independently study the art of mathematics again. My goal for the next few months is to learn and do extremely well at math, eventually perfecting it to become a master of the art. Besides, according to the news shows on the televisions, math is the new drug of choice for all generations, young and old, and since drug companies seem to suck massive amounts of dollars from the pockets of the rich and poor, I can build my own math lab, and sell math to whoever may be in need of it. In a few years, I'll have built a great client base, enabling me to exponentially push all forms of math out onto the street. From basic math to linear algebra. From geometry to infinity and beyond. Everyone and their mom will be addicted to my quotient producing equations and shit. Divide and conquer!
And they all thought I was a stupid. Prepare to watch me make money, please.
Square roots, imaginary numbers, and tangents! Oh my!
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