yes sir.

there is no such thing as no.

I shall sit down by your side and giggle at your callow jesting. I shall paint on a smile, comb my hair and dress in my best. I will chain my tongue to the top of my mouth so you will never hear what i really think.

where is the perquisite of all of this?

should i spend irreplaceable minutes listening to you give me a lecture of how heavy your pocket and name is? i work now therefore the time i steal away from cosmetics and logistics and sticky labels and vendors and gridwall lithos and launch testers and collections and programs and excel and word and clarke quay and semi-unbearable people must be rationed.

now i really wish there was a word called no.