Dead End

I hate working dead-end jobs. Granted, I only really do it to have a little extra spending money. But boy howdy, it takes every ounce of energy to not go home in a terrible mood - which is good because the work I do is little more than thoughtless repetition. Dead-end jobs once had a great place in my life. You could just show up stoned, make a little money and go home to party. Now, I don't smoke and rarely party. This shit sucks.