At this point, I could have taken this one of two ways, I could have been responsible and reasonable, so that I could use this medium for more worthwhile causes and endeavors, or I can bitch and complain. Tough shit, I'm taking the latter.
Now onto the point... work is a bitch. Why? Because it a mind-numbing experiment to see how well you can do some repetitive task for a certain amount of years. If you do, they will give you a less repetitive, but still equally mind-numbing task. 50 years later you realize you're retiring to a 401(k) and absolutely no hobbies, interests, or passions other than work, which is now over. So I ask you, do we work to live, or do we live to work?
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