Serious Twiddling

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I only have less than 90 days before I am compelled to return to the snake pit I had the chance to escape from for a year. I feel tiny needle pricks in here as I dread returning to work. I could use for another year, or a lifetime perhaps? With this inner revolt, shouldn't I start considering a career change? Hmmm... might as well do so while I still....


1. have the looks (or the vestige of the youthful looks I once had)

2. can count mushrooming gray hairs and pull them out one by one without getting that impatient...

3.have the ability to organize my thoughts

4. haven't lost my sense of humor

5. I can still remember and defend every single detail in my resume...
6. I still haven't lost my ability to dream, believe, fight and win...

Hey, can somebody take me in?

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