Post by raucousdragon2 on Jan 3, 2012 0:10:26 GMT -5
People are stupid.
No, seriously, they are. I've been in the information business for years, and never have I met so many stupid people. I swear, the requests that I get are so idiotic. If the answer was any more obvious, it would smack them in the bloody face. ... I wish it would. That would solve so many of my problems. The least of which is finding some old codger's cat. I'm serious. This crazy bloke walks into my office, throws a picture of his bloody cat at me, and demands that I find it. Schuyler is working on finding it right now, but what the hell? Do I look like I run a rescue clinic?
At any rate, I sent Wade out on an assignment earlier. I'm starting to regret sending him. I feel like something is going to go horribly wrong. Or he'll screw up royally, and we'll have a bunch of angry mobsters on our tail.
I really don't know why I'm writing all this down. The last girl I met said this is supposed to help you sort out your thoughts. Or something like that.
It's not working too well.
Everything is so cluttered in this damn tiny office. I swear, if I had money, I'd get a bigger one. Forget the restaurant fund, I want a bigger office.
The only thing that motivates me is the idea of opening my own restaurant. I've been trying out new recipes. Good ones, too. I'll tweak them a bit later, though. They could be better.
I still don't know why I'm doi
Wade called. The assignment went wrong, like I thought it would. That idiot. I swear, I'm going to cut off his bloody head the next time I see him.
Leaving to assess the situation. Don't wait up.
Doyle F Quinn
No, seriously, they are. I've been in the information business for years, and never have I met so many stupid people. I swear, the requests that I get are so idiotic. If the answer was any more obvious, it would smack them in the bloody face. ... I wish it would. That would solve so many of my problems. The least of which is finding some old codger's cat. I'm serious. This crazy bloke walks into my office, throws a picture of his bloody cat at me, and demands that I find it. Schuyler is working on finding it right now, but what the hell? Do I look like I run a rescue clinic?
At any rate, I sent Wade out on an assignment earlier. I'm starting to regret sending him. I feel like something is going to go horribly wrong. Or he'll screw up royally, and we'll have a bunch of angry mobsters on our tail.
I really don't know why I'm writing all this down. The last girl I met said this is supposed to help you sort out your thoughts. Or something like that.
It's not working too well.
Everything is so cluttered in this damn tiny office. I swear, if I had money, I'd get a bigger one.
The only thing that motivates me is the idea of opening my own restaurant. I've been trying out new recipes. Good ones, too. I'll tweak them a bit later, though. They could be better.
I still don't know why I'm doi
Wade called. The assignment went wrong, like I thought it would. That idiot. I swear, I'm going to cut off his bloody head the next time I see him.
Leaving to assess the situation. Don't wait up.
Doyle F Quinn
