So we've been bidding for a renovation of a local community college for a while. Boss has been frustrated dealing with bureaucracy and people mulling over the cost so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I looked up the president of the college, told him I wanted an appointment with him to talk about the job.
I brought in with three of my coworkers a customized oak desk for his office and presented it to him as a gift. I advised him after showing how diverse the people I work with are that if he wants kind of craftsmanship at a fair price at his college then he needs to pick our crew. One red guard, one imperial named Juan, and one Nord from the province of Deutschland. Combine that with my Dunmer self looking dapper
2 days ago my boss got a call and the president said that he's picking our contract over the protests of the board. 10 hours of finish carpentry and a couple boxes of beer for the guys and we got ourselves a lucrative job. Boss knows what I did and wasn't amused but ultimately didn't argue with results
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Within the following days, I spent a lot of time at the park, watching the wind blow through the trees and the children playing in the fields. I questioned the very fabric of reality. Why did this all exist? I wondered. How did life come to be? What was the nature of reality? What was my place in all of it? There was no point to my life anymore. I was never going to lose my virginity. I was never going to get a girlfriend. Because girls are repulsed by me, I was never going to have children and pass on my genes. The only way that I could have been worthy enough to beautiful girls is if I become wealthy at a young age.
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