Damn What's That Funky Smell
I like my job for the most part other than the 10 hour days and every Saturday but I just figure this is payback for those two years that I lived on unemployment, under the table jobs and in different countries while most God fearing people were counting down the minutes till the end of their shift I was drinking ice cold Bohemia beer in Brazil with a sexy girl next to me or slinging paint on walls with Ralph next to me cursing and carrying on and having a good time.
Now I'm back doing the SERIOUS work, with SERIOUS people in a factory setting making widgets or missile guidance systems, who knows. Just build the fucking things fast and cheap and get them out of here or typical factory work.
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