Well, that's easy, stop showing up.
Now that we've got that problem out of the way, what's next? Get a job? Sit in stairwells waiting for victims? Hmmmm...... of the two which would be the better Karmic move?
Just think, that last bit was written a week ago and now, by the grace of some sadistic power beyond my knowledge, I'm gainfully employed yet again. The whole idea of selling my self for the production of things I can't stand, makes me want to vomit dayglo. It's not the people, it's not the customers, it's not even the job itself. Something doesn't work right and it's me.
