Sunday, March 09, 2008

Regarding the Worst Job in the Universe

Well. maybe it's not the worst job in the universe, but it can be quite terrible...

I work in a warehouse atm. Please check your brain at the door. If I do happen to stumble into consciousness in the hours I am there, I want to tear open a box of whatever is nearest me (usually kitty litter, for some unfortunate reason) and find a creative way to kill myself...

Not because of an overwhelmingly urge to die. Just because killing myself in a creative way would require slightly more brain activity then anything else I could do in that building.

Seriously. It's like watching "EXTREME EXPLOSIONS 6" on Fox, that's how much thought it requires.

I called in sick the other day.

Not because I was sick, mind you. It was because I couldn't prepare myself for the boredom.

The golf course will be open soon... I got a "soon" phone call last week... Thank god... I don't know if I can make it much longer.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is sad that some people actually want jobs like that... and I find it even more sad that when a person gets a job like that one for a 'transitions only' they end up staying there for like 3 years or even 20years... I feel so sorry for some of the gits that end up working in warehouses and actually enjoy it... Not me.. And Neal, you have way too much brain to be there!

Love you. Jenny

neal said...

8 more shifts...

just 8 more shifts