Oh, work. How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height of a shift that I started thirty minutes ago, but feels like it's been going on for fifteen hours.
I hate thee to the level of every end of the day, when I realize I have to do the same thing all over again tomorrow.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for a three day weekend.
I hate thee purely, as my manager once again gives me a free pizza slice instead of a raise.
I hate thee with the passion put to use
From working different crappy jobs since I was in high school, and the fact I have to keep doing this til I retire.
I hate thee with a hatred so strong
That it makes me bastardize classic poetry. I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after I've finished this list of memes.
Why bother?
No one would hire me until I put on the mask.
We can do this.
God, why.
np
Off the clock = wine o'clock
:)
Should've worn my nice underwear.
Rebel without a cause.
Almost makes it worthwhile.
Oops.
So… what now?
Unbelievable.
RIP my will to live
I'm switching careers to toy unboxings.
Now physically incapable of writing an email.
The cruelest punishment.