So what is it that makes me doing things I do?
I do things while not liking what I am doing. And still pull some sort of proud out of my discipline. Strange, this scentence of Martin the Complainer never leaves my mind. He said: "You are all working your arse off for this guy and too little money. He is yelling at you to move faster and you do and at the end of the day you are even proud of yourselfes."
He never saw the accomplishments beeing made that way.
But, what did I never see?
Hey you guys want to know how I am?
No, none of you is really interested, otherwise one would leave a comment.
Or is it, that so many comments are beeing send, that they don't fit through the door and got stuck....
Laughing about my own joke now...
?...
You are asking what joke?
Well...
I tell you anyways how I am:
I am in the pole position!
The race is starting any moment and I only need one more point! Peanuts!
