113,000 new payrolls... no shit.
...no jobs... a slowdown... doesn't matter if they hike or pause in August, it'll be the last...
...now what? Nothing. I'm going to study my ass off and eat rice with ro-tsung. I'm damaged goods.
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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