Done smoothly, silencers on the oozy

I didn't go into industry straight out of college because I didn't want the stupid shit that 22-year old Salty does to be part of the very-real unspoken Personal File that is kept, in the real world. I am smart that way. I am only willing to share this time in my life with my current colleagues, who characteristically voted for John Kerry, have visited Yellowstone and read The Kite Runner.

I figured that if I got to the point where a simple glance from me would provoke in a conniving thirteen-year-old boy fear for his weekend adult-chaperoned birthday party plans, I could demand and get ten-percent reductions on quoted prices, easy.

Instead I just find myself writing "60%. Shows improvement!!!" on papers and getting depressed.