Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Brutus Doesn't Take It Home With Him

I've only had two jobs that I loved. Jobs where, had I not quit or they weren't temporary, I would've stayed a lot longer than I did. The reason I quit the one job was I needed something that paid more money and more frequently. I would gladly go back to those jobs if I could but, alas, I cannot. Which is good because there's a chance I'd end up this guy:
People like this annoy me. Constantly talking about your job is almost as boring and annoying as talking about your children. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he likes his work and I hope to have a job someday where I actually want to get up and go--that hasn't happened in awhile but aside from little stories or complaints, I keep that crap to myself.