Somedays you hate your job and you think it will never end. One thing after another, after another… after another. Then something hits you like a ton of bricks and you realize… it isn’t that bad after all. You could be standing on the corner of a busy intersection, during spring break, in a suit in the shape of a sub sandwich, in 80 degree weather.
It is times like this when I say… I love my job.
… or you could be a janitor that has to clean out the booths at peepshows… that would be pretty wrong. Should be on Dirty Jobs
a giz mopper? hell no, i don’t care how much it pays.
i’m with you. no matter how much the jobs drag me down sometimes, i can always look around and see someone in a way worse spot than me.
We bank at that Chase and it always makes me happy to see the sandwich guy. Next time hes taking a picture with me for myspace wither he likes it or not.