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Jun 03, 2010 01:49

I think those that have the crappiest of jobs are the real heroes. How many times have to stayed up until 4am drinking, alone cuz your friends have all grown up and got real jobs because they finished school, when you know you have to get up for work at 8am.
You know you’re in trouble when you’re counting how many hours it is until you have to wake on your fingers. You don’t trust doing the math in your head, and you have to count three times to make sure your complicated calculations are correct. You’ve decided to go through all the songs that have special meaning to you and realise that they are now 15 years or older.
Eventually this also involves singing along to these songs at 2am. You’ve decided you still have 6 fingers until you have to wake up. You’re not loud, but after ever song finishes you listen to make sure you can hear your roommates’ snoring. There are roommates everywhere in the house, only way you can all afford it.
After you’ve checked your facebook for the 50th time in an hour, your last song ends and you’ve kinda forgotten what you were doing, you do stumbling through to the living room and go through all your roomies movies. You can’t find one DVD that you want to watch, and you’ve knocked most of them on the floor anyway. No worries though, you’ll clean it up in the morning before you go to work.
You can’t find anything to watch and you’ve seen the current episode of the Simpsons/Family Guy/Law & Order that’s on now. YouTube it is then. One Golden Girls clip leads to another and then you get on the endless stream of 80’s cartoon intros. Before you know it, it’s 4 fingers until you have to get up for work. You count them out three times and realise it’s really time to go to sleep. Might as well, the booze is all gone and you can’t really follow along with the videos...boom! You’re out.
The alarm goes off three times and you keep hitting snooze. No time for a shower, no time to eat, totally forgot about the roomies’ DVDs, you pick your uniform off the floor, find your hat after a frantic search, get your greasy safety shoes on and bolt out the door. You cross the street and run into the backroom of the Golden Arches and you’re ready for your day.
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