It seems these days the only way to get money it so metaphorically take it in the ass. Or non-metaphorically depending on your morals and standards. I draw the line at 3 fingers personally. Anyways, most of the people I know and talk to really just detest thier jobs, but stick with it anyways because money is the key to survival. Take my jobfor instance. The people are awesome, I can handle that, but the management and the job itself is about a 3 mile high stack of bull manure. I also happen to work two jobs, both of which now consist of working between the hours 5PM and 6AM, depending on the job and location. So as you can see, I have no social life, hence this blog. Mind you it is Thursday night/Friday morning. Not much else I would be doing otherwise. Most likely sitting on my front porch yelling at racial minorities with a bottle of Jack at my side. Now, back tot he pointof this tale. Work. Why can't it all jsut be easy and well paying? Because then the rich money mongers of the world would be equal to us down here on the bottom of the soical food chain and thus making them superior. So they make all the jobs that machines could easily do (but don't because Terminator taught us better) just so that they can spend thier hard earned money to watch us lower class folk squiggle and squirm and squish and squawk while we do menial jobs and hard labour filled with dishwater, yelling, forklifts and Filipeno men. That is not a racist comment, that is just an observation. So far, every job I have worked in the past 5 years has been with or around Filipeno's. They're fuckin everywhere.
However, all this could just be something that I have cooked up in my painkiller fogged mind at the moment.
Has anyone ever told you how awesome painkillers are? They kill pain, and if you take them all the time you don't feel pain anymore! But once you stop the pain comes back. Daddy doesn't like the pain. Pain my Daddy angry.
You can call me Daddy.
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