It's true. I'm serious, I wouldn't lie. Well... not about that.
Work is work. One of my friends likened it to stepping in golden dog-shit. That seems about right. I'd love to have one of those jobs that some people have. All money; no effort. Not that I actually know anyone like that.
I have less than a week until my vacation, and two of those days are days-off. I'm pretty happy about that. I guess. Actually, I think I'm too tired to really be excited. That's alright, right? I'm allowed to come here and bitch and moan about my job. It's what I'm supposed to do.
The rest of my life? It's pretty good. Not too shabby at all.
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