A recap of the bitter week behind us…(cause why look forward to things when we can look behind us).
Posts earlier this week: Because it turned to fall I decided to review the Bitter Summer.
On Wednesday I decide to look back at a Bitter Time in my life. College…and why it gave me the ability to relate with all generations of people’s bitterness in From the BitterBenzoac to the Bitter Twitter Era
The yesterday, I wrote something completely unpredictable from what I normally write Friday Pictures and Bitterness.
I tweeted some stuff, because Bitterness comes in 140 character form too.
I got slapped around,
Guess he shouldn’t have interupted her text. Either that or he was just helping her perfect her swing.
Trapped at work…
Where I am cultivated.
Made stupid people famous…
And made people famous.
And commented back to people who made bitter comments:
“I am really bitter about the end of summer because now I have to get sunburnt in front of the open fridge.” – Sisternan
“You allow your children to do math problems? in the house?” – errin spelling
“You look like a cross between the bad guy in all 80s Karate Kid kind of movies, and the teen in REM’s “End of the World As We Know It” video…” Kerby
“I was born in 1991. You were starting collage. Back then, I was untested in the bitter trials of the world. I enjoyed reading about your experience with them however. I also sighed bitterly when I read the bit about your 28K internet from 1998. Well here’s some shocking news for you: It’s 2013, and we still have 28K internet at my house. Actually, it’s not even that. On good days, we get 26.4K a second. True story. I drive 5 minutes into the town to go to the library and use their wifi if ever I need to do anything on the internet. Seriously, why do we even have internet at my house? As you might be able to tell, I’m slightly bitter about this.” Tiffany
“Wow you are more bitter than my morning coffee 
” – Susan Sassi
And found a bitter picture of me in college.
Everything is different except the Bitter Expression.
The lowlights of the week complete. A bitter weekend to everyone.
Arrrggghhh
Bitter Week Ben
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You sure were bitter busy last week! Did you find the pic of you as a baby, yet?
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If I would have started looking maybe…I’ll have to see if we even have old pictures anymore.
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Cube farm makes me think of all the bridges I’ve burnt – intern job, real job, h.s. French. Not that I’ve ever worked in an actual cube farm quite like it. In fact, just to make you a little more bitter today, must tell you I currently have my own window-office (with a door and everything) at work. And I’m not even a big wig.
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I’m hoping that someday my office has a view of the ocean and isn’t necessary because I’m not working.
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maybe if you try falling up the escalator ?
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That would definitely be something.
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i’m sure i could do it…not hard… i forgot she made me eat bread …garlic cheese bread from red lobster.
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I’m sorry your hair took out all its bitterness on your head.
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My head had a big job dealing with the size of my head.
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Cubicle farm. Hilarious! I lasted all of 4 days in one of those, trying to make extra money to pay for the kids Christmas gifts around 1980. Between the Fluorescent lights, the background noise, the monotony of answering phone calls to write addresses into a computer when I wasn’t writing addresses into a computer from magazine ads people had ripped out, I was being prodded to pick up the pace. I went into human resources and said, “This is the worst job I’ve ever endured. I quit!”
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That is my dream to someday tell someone that I work with how bitter I am and walk out and start blogging like them almost immediately.
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Hey, you were kind of bitter hot in college!
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I was definitely bitter.
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