Fresh Bearded Clams

Gotcha! Bet that got your complete attention you dirty little pervert. Teeheee! Sorry, couldn't help it, heh - or maybe I could. Hmm...
Moving on to a more serious note though. If you're one of my two loyal readers -- okay three, if you count my mom, who's been with me since the beginning, then you would have read a previous post I made about blogging less in the near future. Well, that future is close at hand and it brings with it a suspicious job with a crippling six-day workweek, a move of nearly 1,500 miles to another country, a meager salary, and here's the best part, a two-year supply of innumerable feelings of regret and suicide attempts on my part.
No, I'm not going to prison - not yet anyways and I'd like to keep it that way so please refrain from asking too many questions about me, my job, my location or the hairy mole at the tip of my nose. I owe money to some people who know people who employ people with gonorrheal infections, *shivers* and some of them have pets too! Must. fight.. fondness.. for... farm animals....aarghh!
So anyways, I had a thought. What if instead of blogging less here I simply close shop and open a new blog elsewhere. A new name, a new identity. Or, I can place all my job rants here which will most likely destroy its entire already skewed theme of spasmic illogical postings on feckless matters and recycled material that can only but drive you all away except that of course I don't want y'all to go away and I know that if I continue to stretch this incredibly overloaded misdirected sentence any more it in itself would end up driving you away anyway so nevermind.
I simply wanted to ask, would you be interested in reading about work stuff or not? I'm no Omarosa Manyfault Staleworth so don't be expecting Apprentice stunts from me. It'll simply be about one earnestly miserable person working with other intermittently miserable people.
Success, unlikely.
Disaster, imminent.