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Post by ellery on Feb 25, 2008 5:27:45 GMT -5
Granted - but you have to make up that day with unpaid overtime the following day as well as working all the hours for that day. And you have to smile while you're at work.
I wish I could sleep in a Cyrcadian rhythm like normal people.
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Post by karenee on Feb 26, 2008 15:21:42 GMT -5
Granted, but now you're moving to a planet that doesn't have a sun.
I wish it were Friday already.
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Post by CynanMachae on Feb 27, 2008 15:39:03 GMT -5
Granted, but you have found out that you won a million dollars on Thursday and weren't there to claim it.
I wish all my schoolwork would do itself.
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Post by ellery on Feb 27, 2008 17:54:47 GMT -5
Granted. After your graduation you'll even get a nice job working for a corporation that specializes in your degree, but they will fire you as soon as they discover you are ignorant. This will happen with a couple other corporations and then your resume will be rubbish.
I wish I had trustworthy servants that took care of my laundry, cooking, and cleaning so I could focus my time on things that are important to me... and so I wouldn't be such a slob.
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Post by karenee on Feb 28, 2008 13:21:16 GMT -5
Granted, only your trustworthy servants give you such a guilt complex about all they do for you that you end up cleaning up for yourself anyway just to avoid the sniff of distain every time they do anything. Besides, they're bankrupting you with feeding and clothing them all. So you finally get rid of them and find yourself in debt so you have to work two jobs and have even less time to do what is important for you, or to clean, for that matter, starting a viscious circle of dependency, debt, overwork, and depression.
I wish my house were clean already.
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Post by ellery on Feb 28, 2008 16:39:49 GMT -5
Granted - your house has been cleaned out by thieves. Nothing left inside, not even dust. Your windows sparkle with cleanness.
I wish politicians didn't start their presidential campaigns so early.
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Post by Danath on Feb 29, 2008 12:02:21 GMT -5
Granted. Unfortunately, the government has been taken over by a tyrannical dictator and there are no more elections. None. Ever.
I wish I knew what to do with my life.
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Post by ellery on Mar 2, 2008 1:46:11 GMT -5
Granted - You stretch your arms and take in a deep breath. Eureka! You want to be an odor tester! But before you can join the ranks of Toucan Sam in the halls of olfactory notoriety, you will need to start at the bottom and work your way up. You know the competition is stiff at the entry level, with all the big corporations looking to sponsor hockey and wrestling teams, but you are determined. You resolve to wear the same set of triple-layered clothes indefinitely, work out daily, eat garlic for every meal, and skip all baths and showers. After you land the job of test subject, you will then demonstrate the talent of your superior nasal membranes, "Yes distinctly putrid, yet there's a curious whiff of strawberry in there too!" or "Mmmmm repulsive yet strangely satisfying!"
I may have got carried away on this one. =P
I wish I could play any of the world's most difficult piano music perfectly on any piano.
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