Jobs

Your job probably isn't what you want it to be. You probably wanted to be a fireman or an actor when you were growing up. Then all of the sudden your sitting in a cubicle all by yourself wondering were you put you're glasses and which flavor of Ramen Noodles your going to be eating for dinner. Bet you didn't see that coming.

Its a tough choice.

Filling out meaning less forms, or handing a man his 3 cheeseburgers, a larger fry, and a large coke, in the vain hope that you'll have this steady job for the rest of your life, and when you think about it, thats really sad. After realizing life's failures you continue one working until the one person you don't want to see, at all, shows up at the entrance of you cubicle. "Yea... I'm going need you to go ahead and..."

God dammit Jeremy! That was the last mine that had to be swept!

Sucks. You most likely hate them, and if you don't, your probably someone's boss. They hate you. Constantly hovering over you like some sort of lakitu waiting to drop some spiky shelled koopa on you and bite you in the ass. Why can't you be more like Richards. He got all the mines.

Are ass-holes. They hate you. They get all the mines. You hate them. You might have nice co-workers, you know the ones you go out and get lunch with, have a great time discussing the terrible jobs you share. You might have the kind that say you got the case of the mondays. That'll get you're ass kicked.

Fuckin' A.