So I'm at work

So I'm at work right now. Yes, that's right... I work. Not by choice mind you, but because buying new shoes for 900kr (the equivallent of 90£¹) and several other, I assure you highly neceserry, trinkets has left my wallet in a somewhat lacking state. Words like "empty" and "debt" spring to mind.

So, like I said. Here I am. Hard at work. By that, obviously, I mean something along the lines of "I work in a Net-Café, and quite frankly, I do fuck all, all day, while getting paid for it". But saying that doesn't give me much "aww, you poor thing" factor, now does it...

So. Here I am. Hard at work.

Currently, I'm.. Uhm. Well, I guess saying I'm working, is like saying Paris hilton has a talent for singing. Or that Jessica simpson might be a charming person, once you got to know her. In other words: It'd be a load of bollocks.

This is, without a doubt, the coolest job I ever had. I mean. I'm getting paid, for making fun of customers, surfing online, drinking stuff, and eating other stuff (depending on what, the same stuff) and now for updating my blog... Which, I admit, I haven't done in a million and two years. Yes. I'm that old. Looks can be, and in my case are, decieving.

It's like McDonals with that. On the poster, the food looks big² and juicy, which, I know, sounds like a tacky name for a bad porno flick. But that doesn't change the fact that it does look good. And when you part with your hard earned money (Well, I guess some people work for their money) what do you get?

Something that looks like the mutant inbred bastard child of a plague wridden cabbage that had unprotected sex with a loaf of bread.

This unholy marriage is then carelessly sold to any passer by who happens to be unlucky enough to come within 10 feet of building with a large golden M on it. Weather they really felt like food poisoning, and a slow death due to cholesterol building up in their arteries, or not.

Still. It "looks nice". Which brings us full circle to what this was all about. Looks being decieving... I think this was somehow tied to me being at work, but I lost track somewhere in all that... I'm sure it makes sense after a few beers! Most things do!

Cheers!
- The Bedlamite


¹ I do not know, nor do I much care what it is in Dollars or even Yen for that matter... The odds of me buying anything using that currency anytime soon, is as likely as a gay man running for pope.
² The human race tends to evolve around this term alot... God know's why. Maybe Freud was right?