Everybody's Working for the Weekend...err payday

So I got a new job, at the Machine Shed. It's a country restraunt. Which is weird, because I hate food and country is exactly my thing. I should work at a place that has hip music and serves alcohol, but a job's a job. Which brings me to my point, jobs suck. Yes, I just did state the obvious. What isn't so obvious is that, not everyone hates there job. Or feels like quitting everyday. I don't think I've ever had a job that I didn't feel like quitting from day one. The only thing that keeps me going is that wonderful feeling of recieving a paycheck. You all know how it is. You get this piece of paper, and it means that for the next 24 hours, you are happy. A puppy could be hit by a semi, and you'd shrug it off, because...tonight you'll be able to go to the bar, or out to eat, or buy that sweater that every girl will love you in. That's why we do it. We work our asses off for a short period of bliss that follows the paycheck. Bills will get paid too of course, but I'm not the only person who could care less about bills. I guess that's it. That should hold over the faithful for now...I'll write a much better one very soon. Oh...and to my faithful readers, post a comment or something...to let me know you're there.

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