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Trenches comic: Tuesday Nov. 15, 2011 - Friction
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Now tell it like Mark Twain
So I surfed on over to our own help forums, and set down and wrote:
I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I had ever felt so in my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But I didn't do it straight off, but set my mouse down and set there thinking -- thinking how good it was all this happened so, and how near I come to being lost and going to hell. And went on thinking. And got to thinking over all our days in QA; and I see my coworkers before me, all the time; in the day, and in the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we a testing along, talking, and drinking Red Bull, and laughing. But somehow I couldn't seem to strike no places to harden me against them, but only the other kind. I'd see them taking my shifts on top of his'n, stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see how glad they were when I come back from the vending machines; and said I was the best friend they'd ever had in the world, and the only one they've got now; and then I happened to look around, and see that forum message.
It was a close place. I moved my mouse over the Post a Reply button, and held it in my hand. I was a trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:
"Screw those bastards." -- and clicked.