At least I have a job. At least I have a job. At least I have a job. My job gives me money and money can buy me candy. I like candy. I like candy. I like candy. I can eat candy at my desk. My desk is not in a coal mine or on one of those boats that the guys on "Deadliest Catch" are on or in a dumpster filled with dirty diapers, and no I don't know whose desk would ever be in a dumpster filled with dirty diapers, but at least mine isn't. Mine isn't. Mine isn't. Aaaaand... That's about as positive as it gets today. I should write a book on this stuff.
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