So, I get up this morning, take a shower, shave, etc. and head off to my 9 - 5 job. I get there at around 8:30am CST, grabbed some coffee and a Dr.Pepper from the vending machine and head to my desk. I sit down, put my glasses on and fire up the computer, punch in my password and...fuck it says my account's been disabled. WTF!
Turns out I got the workplace equivalent of the ban hammer. Their phrase for it is "Re org".
I'm trying to remain positive about the situation, but it really just sucks. Anyhow, I could go on, but I'm trying not to bitch too much about it. I like to think that this is God's way of saying: "Fuck work, you can do it on your own". Okay, so God probably doesn't swear, but I like to think that's what He's saying to me.
Enough religion, back to work for me.
If anyone is in need of some SEO work, hit me up. I need some freelance stuff to squeek by until my affiliate stuff can take over full time.
Thanks!
Turns out I got the workplace equivalent of the ban hammer. Their phrase for it is "Re org".
I'm trying to remain positive about the situation, but it really just sucks. Anyhow, I could go on, but I'm trying not to bitch too much about it. I like to think that this is God's way of saying: "Fuck work, you can do it on your own". Okay, so God probably doesn't swear, but I like to think that's what He's saying to me.
Enough religion, back to work for me.
If anyone is in need of some SEO work, hit me up. I need some freelance stuff to squeek by until my affiliate stuff can take over full time.
Thanks!