The Joy of Life
Recently my buddy who doesn’t have a job was talking to his buddy who doen’t have a job, and they decided that I need to enjoy life more. At first, I thought, “horse on rollerskates”, because I wasn’t really listening to him, but later, when I got home, it all sunk in. “Dear god, he’s right,” I mused, “I really don’t enjoy life as much these days. In fact, I spend about half of my week feeling completely miserable. Oh wait a fuckin’ second, that’s because I have a job. I earn the right to be upset all the time, because Suzanne needs her fucking faxes sent out every morning and if I come in two minutes late, I got nine people lining up to make me feel like shit about it.” Listen no-jobs, just because you don’t have a job doesn’t mean your new job is to make all the jobbies out there feel JOB JOB! JOB! JOBBY JOB JOBBER JOB! Sorry, I had to get that out. I do enjoy life very much so. Things I have done lately to enjoy life: -followed a blood trail (lead to homeless man) -ate a hamburger twice in one day -called out sick from my job -decided to smile during the time of day I usually cry -pet a dog -drank and smoked constantly every night after work until I passed out Did you know that job spelled backwards is “boj”? That means nothing, much like my job. And furthermore, I am a good person that is mean to people sometimes, but I definitely don’t steal (sometimes) and I never tell a lie (that’s a lie). Enjoy life more? More like fuck you more.
