Someone had a theory that most people only actually work 3 hours out of their 8 hour workday. It works for me. When I slung plates I worked all 8 hours. But now I blog, and play ping pong, hide, take naps, talk to Mr. Reed. the furniture business is a hell of a racket. Once you get lost in it theres no going back. Is this where an artist ends up? In a warehouse with no a/c. Shooting the shit on the dock.
I don't think I went to college for this. I should go back and talk to my advisor and see if this was in my degree plan. (I knew I should have gone to those arts job seminars.)
The day's almost done. I haven't been fired yet. everything normal.
your one stop culture shock
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