For the last week, I have done something that I vowed I would never do. Remarkably enough, it didn't entail an industrial container of mayonaise and a one-eyed pitbull with a flatulence problem. I got a Day Job. Working at a desk will make you a fat, tired, cranky, middle-aged bastard. I used to do manual labor for the last four summers.
Load trucks all morning.
Work as a cook in the afternoons and evenings. The shit sucked. One employee got his thumb cut off from the serrated edge on an industrial box of tinfoil that fell off a shelf. Another went into a seizure one day from the heat and basic exhaustion. Arbeit macht frei , Skip.