Professor Killjoy, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Unemployment
You see, kids, not having a job really gives you some free time. You can do odd little bits of work here and there, and that will make it so you can pay the bills. You don’t have to wake up at any certain time, and you don’t have to deal with co-workers who don’t know how to do simple tasks that should require no more than common sense and the ability to read simple words like “This End Up”.
It’s dealing with people like the ones that Ruth has to put up with that make me glad I exist in a small dark care of an apartment. I LOVE not going out into the sunlight for weeks at a time. I’ve always wanted a life that would let me eat NOTHING but peanut butter sandwiches.
It’s great. Really, I can’t recommend this life style enough.
I don’t have a pretentious French-loving communist sitting 4 feet to my back, complaining about how he can’t stand the music. There are no Kant-licking philosopher wannabes telling me how reading isn’t really important or necessary for learning. There’s not a single compulsively lying boss to have to listen to. No body complains if my welcome screen graphics are artistically off center, or if the colour pallet is too ‘modern’.
I like having no direction i life and a group of friends that consist of an assortment of six-legged creatures and 1 Egyptian Tomb Spider named Bowen.
And I don’t fear for my life every time I walk down the stairs to where I live. Not since the single florescent bulb burnt out. I mean, now ALL of the bottom landing is flooded in darkness, and not suspended in a mire of harsh shadows and cold, green light.
I love it.
