Paper Cuts are Bitchin'

My theory is that everyone in the working world, especially those recently blessed with the attainment of a BA and a job that requires them to sit in front of a computer all day entering data/emailing egotistical types who don't like to be on the CC: list (I'm TO: person, got it?) and basically doing all the dirty work for those recently blessed with an MA, MBA, JD, MD,PhD or what have you, pretty much spend most of their working hours on GChat with all the other under-thirties who are tearing their eyeballs out of their sockets with boredome, taking the stairs voluntarily in order to elevate their heartbeat and nursing about three million paper cuts. These are the chronicles of one such gchat friendship, formerly based on actual human contact, but unavoidably cast from the empirical world into the waves of internet-based society.