New day, new headaches...

Yay.

I love my job.

Actually, I do, but some days I want to stab it in the eyes and not look back. I want to quit my job, buy a VW bus, drop out and drive. I want to live the way my uncle Tony lived when he began hopping trains in the 60's. I want to free myself from drudgery. To do what I want, on a whim, every day.

But... There are so many htings for which I need money. Food. Shelter. Clothing.
Lets be honest here... Video games, soda, clothing, hair dye, good espresso.

So I stand here, day after day, dealing with the crabby people, the angry people, the neurotic people, the loud people. I like a lot of it, but I hate some of these people.

Oh well.

Another day, another dollar.

C.