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You guys know THE MAN right? THE MAN. The one who gets you down. Well THE MAN gets me down too. I also happen to know where THE MAN lives. He lives on a compound in Northern Virginia. About 25 minutes from our nation's capitol. I know this because I have been there. THE MAN sucks in human beings and turns them into drones. THE MAN sucks out your soul and leaves you black and vacant on the inside.

I know all these things because I took a contract position with THE MAN and he pays a pretty good hourly rate for my soul. Now, so far, I have been able to retain said soul by working from home. Yes, I am still telecommuting (hallelujah) and it looks like most of December will be the same. I had a close call yesterday. I went to see THE MAN, and parked in his 2000 car garage. But when I waded through the land of cubes and got to to my designated 'box of boredom' there was coffee percolating there and the desktop was full of creamer and sugar and such. There was no phone, no PC cables - nada. So I said 'later' to THE MAN and came back home. Immediately jumped out of my slacks and into sweats and thanked the bureaucracy of THE MAN for keeping me from THE MAN's house a little longer.

Phew.