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    <title>Only the Lonely</title>
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    <author>J. Timothy King</author>
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    <description><![CDATA[<div style="float: right; margin: 0 0 1em 1em"><figure class="alignright size-medium"><a class="lightgallery" href="/2010/05/28/only-the-lonely/Lonely-in-the-Crowd-Janine.jpg" title="Lonely in the Crowd, by Janine" data-thumbnail="/2010/05/28/only-the-lonely/Lonely-in-the-Crowd-Janine.jpg" data-sub-html="<h2>Photo © 2009 Janine CC 2.0 BY ND (source)</h2><p>Lonely in the Crowd, by Janine</p>">
        
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<p>All those days sitting through Mrs. Owens&rsquo;s seventh-grade algebra class, then years staring through Reverend Hardy&rsquo;s sermons, and now centuries yawning through business meetings, she would have thought she&rsquo;d have gotten used to the experience.</p>
<p>She shifted in her seat, as the company CEO flipped to another PowerPoint slide, animatedly spewing the latest rendition of corporate spin to the assembled audience. Sales figures and production are up! (Except in the divisions that the company did not purchase this year.) We&rsquo;re launching several exciting new projects! (Because we weren&rsquo;t able to finish the last ones.) We now control more gigabytes of shitty software than all of Microsoft and IBM combined! (And that&rsquo;s something to brag about? Even if it were true?)</p>
<p>She glanced around. Hundreds more faces, just like hers. She was suddenly overtaken with isolation, that she could feel so alone amongst so many others just like herself.</p>]]></description>
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    <title>A Bad Job Two-fer: Living Inside a Top/A Tribute to Lorelai</title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 12:00:13 &#43;0000</pubDate>
    <author>J. Timothy King</author>
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    <description><![CDATA[<p>The following two poems reflect the angst of working in a bad job, a dysfunctional employer-employee relationship. It can stress you out, depress you, and make you cry. Sometimes, the only act that can save you is sending your resume to another potential employer, because that&rsquo;s what gives you hope and makes you feel a sense of control over your own destiny.</p>
<p>-TimK</p>]]></description>
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