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| from the movie, the fountainhead by ayn rand GIVE ME A BREAK, YOU COULDN'T DRAG ME SCREAMING TO WORK IN THIS CAGE. |
not heeding the lame advice of one of my defense department's retarded enineering supervisors i took the real estate exam fearless and unprepared. soon after passing the test i went up to a local real estate office to get a feel for my new career. i was a real estate agent (or something) for two hours. during those few hours i learned as much about the real estate industry as i ever want to know.
four of my fellow agents were there. while drinking beer they discussed their divorces. the lady-agent described how she threw out her ex's clothes and then told him she had no idea where they were.
oddly i thought this would be a work/money situation not a support/social group.
end, fine, bye
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