ha. if you really wanted a simpler time you would move to Pawnee Rock, Kansas. No traffic, no crime, no stores, no banks, no doctors, no library, no movie thee-eighters, no wi-fi, no nothing but dust, tedium, dust and more tedium---unless the tornado sirens go off. NO WAY? I thought so. --s6
I wish the gentle folk of St. John Kansas were not so simple.
You do. In fact you have so much energy, lightning bolts shoot out of your fingers every quarter hour. The neighbors are complaining about flickering lights, radio stations being picked up from metal fillings, and one fried pot belly pig, but they don't dare approach you, because they never know when you're going to discharge. But not to worry, the military has taken an interest in your new found ability.
You do! You've had coffee this entire time, if only you believe in yourself. But I didn't think you were drinking it, so that's where I've been putting my cigarettes out.
Granted! It does. Everything loads so much faster that it can't keep up. It loads your keyboard, desk, office, and soon forms a mini-black hole. It doesn't stop until it has consumed your entire house, then closes with a clap of thunder.
Granted. Now you don't work on weekends anymore, but you don't work on the other days of the week either - for your boss has fired you.
(Sadly, not entirely fictional. I used to work with a paranoic boss who'd come in on weekends and evenings and check to see if things at your desk had shifted place, i.e. to find out if you had been there. He also took note of what times your jacket was hanging there and if in doubt he would question other colleagues if or when a certain person had arrived. None of the required extra work was paid, mind you.)
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