Day .... 43
So I'm at work... thinking about something poetic-ish to describe. But stupid customers keep interrupting me. When will this end? Am I going to be a slave forever? Don't get me wrong, I like my job. I like the people I work with. Well, mostly. But for god's sake, I feel like I'm sweeping up the shit of society. It could only be worse in the hospitality industry.
Oh, but a lady just came in and talked to me about an author I like. So there is hope. One day, perhaps, I will start my own bookshop with a sign out the front that says "NO HOLLOW MEN ALLOWED". No empty vessels with souls sucked out by commercialism. Or maybe I will narrow it down to "NO TIES ALLOWED"... since the two seem to go hand in hand- or noose around neck. And no business books will be sold. Ah, one day.
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