Thursday, February 16, 2006

Another 12 hours!

at work.

That's 4 days this week already, and I'm working the weekend.

Marketing slave that I am.

Boo hoo.

And I'm poor.

How did I end up like this?

I know there are people worse off than me.

With lower paid more menial jobs,

but knowing that doesn't make me feel any less tired,

or exploited.


DrMax said...

It's a Wonderful Life's moral was that no man is poor if he has friends. Unfortunately none of us are going to show up at your flat with bushels of pound notes.

Anonymous said...

Cheer up, you could have my job. Worse still, I can't even tell you what it is. That's science for you.


Sniffy said...

Work is shite. I hate it.

I've been to a meeting this mornign where a Civil Servant tried to justify why most of people's jobs in the room had been put at risk by their ill thought out dictatorship.

Getting higher up the food chain may seem a comfort, but it just means that you can confirm that the people at the top are complete and utter braindead spastics... Braindead spastics in highly paid, secure jobs.


garfer said...

I would suggest that you consider the plight of the starving millions, but I'm not a sanctimonious twat.

I suggest you sign on as disabled. By the time you've claimed all your allowances, obtained a free car, and bagged a mobility scooter, you'll only be 10p a month worse off.

Work is for schmucks.

The Toothfairy said...
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The Toothfairy said...

excuses excuses.

so.....are we actually going to see you before we move? or are you avoiding us so you don't have to help? :-p

Karen said...

Try mopping up dog shit for a job. What I make doesn't even cover half my basic monthly expenses.

Too bad I love doggies. Damn.

Herge, I suggest you start prostituting yourself to make a living. The hours are more flexible, and probably shorter, too. (Hey, if you're going to be exploited, it might as well be by yourself, right?)