They say I'm disturbed. Well, of course I'm
disturbed. I mean, we're all disturbed. And if we're not, why not? Doesn't this
blend of blindness and blandness want to make you do something crazy? Then why
not do something crazy? It makes a helluva lot more sense than blowing your
fucking brains out. -Mark Hunter
What is the ****ing point of breakfast meetings? Not only do you have to be up early AND get stuck in a room with a bloke whose breath could kill an elephant at 1000 yards AND a women who hates you but the 'breakfast' is croissants. What the ****? That is not breakfast! Egg and bacon is breakfast, not that french ****e.
Why can't they just have lunch time meetings like normal people. That way you get to buy beer and put it on expenses.