October 13, 1999

Knowing that Wilson Pickett would be on the last segment of Letterman, I gave a brief listen whilst headed to the
fridge. It was hideous. Overly-slick, well-trained backing musicians, and
Our Man Wicked feverishly&emoting in lieu of emotion. A song apparently called "Soul Survivor", which smacks of the work of songwriter-hacks using a
"soul music template", rather than creating something vital. Fat Elvis
Syndrome. Gimme my paycheck thank you bye.

I cringe looking around my cubicle. I have printous upon printouts that I need to do my work. Trying describe structures containing structures containing structures. Data stored at multiple levels for multiple uses.

And I'm supposed to figure all this stuff out to write test plans? I need a new job.

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