Guarding the Dynamite

I think I actually have the worst job in the world. Basically, some evil scientist with lemon-yellow skin pays me by the hour to pace in front of a stack of dynamite, back and forward, back and forward. I have to appear menacing, in case his nemesis comes around. For the record, his nemesis is …

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High Expectations

Oh man, is it that time of the year again? Ever since I was twelve my parents have made me go to a career counsellor once a year to make sure I don’t want to adjust my career plan. Every time I tell them that I haven’t changed my mind but they never listen. Why …

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