I hate working! I loath the entire experience. First you have to wake up at a set time, get washed and dressed at an ungodly hour, traipse down to the train station and begin what will become an entire day surrounded by (in your eyes) idiots and cretins. After an hour long commute into work, sometimes interrupted by interesting delays just to keep things interesting, you arrive at your desk and have 15 minutes or so to relax before the work day begins. You spend the entire day wishing away your life, only to find at the end that your reward is another hour long (and usually even less fun) journey home where you will sit down and sit their counting down the minutes (t-minus 12 hours and counting) until you have to do it all over again.
I have to find a way to break out of this lifestyle. Work for myself. Rob a bank. Something. Anything. We live on this planet for a finite amount of years and I think it's scandalous that our ancestors have got us to the point where the vast majority of us live this miserable 9-5 existence for most of it.
Sadly right now I've got no clever plan, and really when do I get a chance to contemplate a new direction when it's work work work?
Moan moan moan... all I ever do... here's a man called Gregory Keith (as recommended by Steve) to lighten the mood.
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