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Hi. I wish I had a job selling squirrels. They're so furry, and give you toothy grins. Unless they're rabid, in which case they will eat your face off and then find the rest of your family. That's not so good, I guess.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

It's A Living?


Work was, well, worky. It was a warehouse job, putting together loads of pet products for delivery, and it wasn't exactly high-paid, but it was a port in a storm. His immediate boss was a prick six years younger than him who blasted hip-hop music at top volume all night. Every day working there was another mile logged on the highway to hell. He had a small radio strapped to his forklift, but it was too puny to fight back against the massive wall-mounted boombox tuned to top 40. It was always a relief to gain the safe haven of his car and head home. Most people don't like their job, he mused, but are you supposed to dread it?

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hamish,
ride the wave until it hits land!
Lulu

January 17, 2006  

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