Anyway, there's this ad for Intel, and it goes on about how working at Intel is a fucking riot, and great craic, and they all have a brilliant laugh at work 'cos it's so quirky and innovative. The ads are what a twat would deem "humorous" ("We made the ads in a humorous vein"). At the end, a group of what are presumably Intel workers all hum the little Intel jingle at the end to close the ad and leave us gasping in jealousy and interest at how much fun it is to work in such a great environment. I won't write the jingle 'cos even thinking about it makes me physically ill. It's wild smug.
They also claim to sponsor tomorrow.
Well, fuck that.
It could well be class working there, I don't doubt it. And I am typing this tripe on a computer with bits in it crafted by their deft wee robotic hands. Intel makes all sorts of useful shite that we can't do without.
I hate that fucking ad though. Its unbearably self-satisfied. It says that they sponsor tomorrow. Ricky Roma from Glengarry Glenn Ross should storm onto the set and knock clean fuck out of all those bastards. He'd boot the shite out of them and they'd enjoy it. He'd scorn them for buying crumbcake from the store. He'd be nice to the meek and vicious to the haughty.
Modern life is rubbish, sometimes.
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