Our unemployed hero has somehow found himself a job, but it seems that a real existence isn’t what it’s cracked up to be – moreover, it is filled with instant coffee granules, piss, and the eating of status reports, all to the sound of Coldplay.
About the author
Chris is an artist, writer and occasional jam maker. He is co-writing a philosophy cookbook as part of a preserve concocting double team known as Jammatology.…
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