How can one be happy with one’s life and unhappy with one’s lot in life?Every day I get up I think “F%$#, I have to go to work.” I don’t know if I believe in fate or destiny, but was I really meant to work at Big Box Mart?

All day long I just play a little game in my head. How long can I go without rolling my eyes at someone? How long can I go without tapping my nails in boredom? How long can I go without looking at someone in the unmistakable way that means, “are you kidding me”.? How long until my next break when I can drink a cup of coffee and wish I had the ubiqitous cigarette to go with it?

Some people, somewhere, must like their jobs. Right? I don’t mean they have the satisfaction of a clean room or alphabetized books or clothing arranged exactly by hue and size. No, I mean actually loving what you do. It stirs your heart and stimulates your mind. It warms the cockles of your heart (or maybe the colon or the kidneys). It expands your world.

My job just makes my world smaller and smaller and my mind more hateful and dark. I do not like the person my job has made me become.