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They say that December 7th, 1941 is a date that will live in infamy but will all due respect to Pearl Harbor, that date has now been changed to May 13, 2016. That was the date I mistakenly digested these gelatinous sulfur droppings from Lucifer himself and in the process turned my world upside down. But I digress.... That fateful Friday, a true Friday the 13th to be sure, I had the world by the tail. My career was looking up, I was on the cusp of a three day weekend and had the perfect breakfast in a paper bag headed to work - a cherry Danish and a 16 oz. bottle of Nestlé's chocolate milk. Food for the gods, indeed. I opened my car door only to discover I had brought the wrong keys. I went back in the house and accidentally left my bag on the table, an innocent moment that would soon spawn hell on this Earth. I got to work with 15 minutes to spare before a meeting with our executive staff. Realizing my bag was back home I went back to the car, hoping to find a candy bar, a pack of breath mints, anything to quiet the gnawing hunger in my stomach. What I found instead was a one way ticket to Hurtsville, a 5 oz. bag of Haribo Sugar Free Gummi Bears. My wife had bought the bears for my daughter, who refused to eat them cause "they're sugar free". At the time I was angry with her for refusing the candy but now looking back, she must have had a child-like 6th sense that more than likely saved her life. I opened the bag and started popping the bears in my mouth. The slightly melted beasts were tangy to the taste but by the 10th one I could not ascertain the flavor, only enhaling to keep my stomach from rumbling in the meeting. How ironic this would turn out to be. By the time I entered the meeting my stomach was starting to roll. Beads of perspiration broke out on my forehead. Next came the cramps. On a scale of one to ten the cramps were topping out around 13. "What's up, Bri Guy? You run to work today?" the GM chortled, making fun of my profuse sweating as his executive minions cackled at the boss' lame joke. I tried to come out with a witty retort but all I could say was "mmmuuummmmm". My larynx was now just a useless tissue, unable to bring forth the warning all of my co-workers needed to hear. I wobbled towards the door but in my tunnel vision it seemed 200 yards away. A small trickle of liquid feces run down my left leg, instantly paralyzing the muscle as I now drug the useless appendage behind me much like the Frankenstein monster himself. Soon the smell from my diarrhea started flooding the room, and my former friends and colleagues retched and gagged as if the room was filling with some wretched poisonous gas...which indeed it was. The trickle soon turned into a torrent and the ass of my khakis quickly filled and leaked out in a yellowish brown trail behind me. My pants had no more chance of holding back the brackish brine that a cheesecloth would of holding back beef broth. But this broth was not beef although the odor resembled a rotted cow that had festered in the desert sun for 11 days. I made it to the hall, trying to ignore the moans and screams of my doomed comrades back in the meeting room. I later found out that 6 of the 9 employees would spend the rest of the day vomiting until only bile would come forth...the other 3 would spend the night at our local hospital for precautionary measures. By the time I made it to the restroom there was no need for toilet paper - the damage was done and my pants had become the tp. Our company would be closed for four days while a local building restoration company was forced to purchase hasmat suits as they replaced the carpets, flooring and the executive section of our building. As of today I am looking for a new job, too embarrassed to face my jeering co-workers, unable to get their screams of horror out of my head. Purchase these confectionaries from Mephistopheles at your own peril.
Excellent story, well told with good characterization. The pace was a tad slow but that was due to developing the plot and characters.
I bought this book on the basis of the many good reviews, and I'm only bothering to write this now to try to help others to avoid making the mistake. It's poorly written, derivative infantile dross. The characters are paper thin and unbelievable, the science is ridiculous and the story is riddled with obvious plot-holes. It's honestly one of the worst books I've ever read on my Kindle. I HATED it, and only finished it in case there was some amazing plot twist I might miss out on (there wasn't).
Provides useful advice for applying for scholarships, requesting letters or recommendation, and interviewing. The scholarships that it notes are accessible through free websites, and most of them did not apply to me personally. In addition, there were some scholarships that we no longer available.
I enjoyed this book immensely. The author had a fast-paced narrative with well defined and well developed characters. The bad guys were villainous including the "governor." The good guys were real with problems; but yet, they were not saccharin. I look forward to part II.