Today marks the last real day of my freedom from the tyranny and oppression that is work. I'm not happy about it. I'd forgotten how much I
LOVE being able to set my own schedule, even if it means working until 4 in the a.m. sometimes. Now it's back to the 8-6/7 grind, and frankly, I can think of better things to do with my time. Why must we spend over a third of our waking life doing something that's only of marginal interest, at best? Why can't we be paid a lavish salary for eating cheetos, surfing porn and having strong drinks with good friends, when we're not to busy fucking 'til we're sore?
I'd like a good answer, please!
/ rant and bitch sessionLinks, below.
Wicked Wonderful Women can be found fawning over
His Eminence,
The Cardinal.
Sow Dissent and Sedition and Get your Gun on!
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