if i sit here another minute,
i very well might explode,
littering the surrounding computers
with little bits and pieces
of what was once me:
brain matter, bones,
flesh and blood,
and of course fecal matter,
coating the ground
and hopefully making it to the ceiling,
that i might rain down my essence
on friend and foe alike,
bestowing a final blessing
on all these other working stiffs.
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the sieve and the sand 
Jobs can be yukky sometimes.
I dig.
and to think, just a year ago you were still in grad school with the summers off to relax and dream of times when you would have to work during the summers…
er..
wait.