I’ve Got To Quit That Job
I’ve been officially and totally retired for several years now, so I suppose my nightmarish rug-sucking, fish-picking, classroom-prowling office drone past shouldn’t still be jolting me out of my meager slumbers two or three times a night anymore, right?
I shouldn’t have to still be driving that forklift into my vinyl siding salesman’s cubicle, spray-buffing that endless hallway after all the other circuit board platers have gone home for the weekend, or disinfecting that ancient matron’s shit-stained bedrails until the roaring bank of industrial stitchery jolts me into the cold-sweat wakefulness of 2AM.
No; none of that shit should be going on.
I’ve got a lot of nothing going on tomorrow & I need my rest.
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