Every day I wake up at 6:30, get dressed, and head into work.  And every day I do the exact same mind numbing, menial, miserable tasks that a fucking monkey could do for about eight hours.  But they would probably have to pay the monkey more.

It's the same fucking shit every day.  Don't ask me how my day went.  Nothing important happened.  No one died, nothing exploded, I didn't get promoted.  My life is boring.  Beyond boring.  And right now completely pointless.

It's hard to keep doing the same shit every day and keep caring.  It's hard to take pride in what you do when it's stacking cans for eight hours, only to find that 30 minutes later it looks worse than before.  And it becomes even harder to give a shit about anything when you realize 96% of what you do all day makes no difference in the world.  The world won't end if I'm not around, and hell, most people won't realize I'm not there anyway.  If I don't do my job, someone else will, and they'll do it just as well.

We got another a new manager the other day.  Apparently the mini Communist revolution and work slowdown I incited actually accomplished something.  But really, she's not that different from the previous manager.  I mean, she seems to actually do her job, but she is just as equally miserable, if not more, than well I guess all of us.  And the store has made her curse so much to herself, Rich and I question whether she has tourette's , or will just explode and quit soon.  She's only a few years older than I am, and she completely hates her life.  And I don't blame her.

I've been on this punk kick lately, and it hit me today why.  Every single member of these bands is just as miserable as I am, from either working equally pointless jobs, not working, etc.  But really, work is at the heart of everything.  Every day I am a witness to just how stupid, rude, disgusting, and vile people can be.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not on a "hate my life" kick because I'm working some job that's below me.  Not the case.  To paraphrase from Clerks, this job would be great if it weren't for the customers.  Well, it wouldn't be great, but at least bearable.  Perhaps we'll have to close due to swine flu.  Or at least have a decreased customer base because of our proximity to queens.