I noticed something recently. I've got an unusual lack of malcontence. I think that my bitch gland must not be functioning at full capacity. Of course, you'd never know it by reading this stuff, but its true! Just look at all of the crap I put up with wiithout even a murmur of a compaint. Having no job, no sex, evil exes... Ok, bad examples. On the whole, though, I bitch far less than your average person.
My current pseudo-job is a great example. In my view, it's a cakewalk. I get to sit down all day putting decals on china. REAL challenging. Plus, with my added ability to perform mindless menial tasks while allowing my brain to roam free gives me the chance to make money AND plot against my enemies simultaneously. Compared to my other jobs, it's one of the biggest cakewalks I've ever had.
And yet my coworkers are bitching CONSTANTLY. It's too hot, it's too cold, I'm to tired, I got cramps, the rabid opossum is biting me again. Sheesh!
When I worked at Wheatland Tube (described so eloquently in Dante's Inferno), the conditions were much more extreme. It was loud, dirty, and the people who ran the place would be disliked by Hitler. I had to shovel snow all day in 10 degrees below zero and work in the furnace, clad in long underwear and a sweatshirt, in 90 degree heat. I got cut, poisoned, and even set on fire once. Nevertheless, I survived.
As a comparison, my curent job is NOTHING. I'd like to see those wussies surviviv just one week in Wheatland. Well, what can you expect from a bunch of potheads? Yes, that's right! They're ALL a bunch of potheads! Some of 'em toke up while they're working. If they tried that at Wheatland, they'd be minced.
In any case, I have suffered much, so these little inconveniences don't bother me. I'm just so easy to get along with.