I am far too old for this shit.

Well once again we are down to two staff members. Me and Rob. There are pros and cons to this wonderful situation I've found myself thrust into. On the plus side I love working with Rob, I consider him one of my best friends. On the minus side, I have to work like Toby picking cotton.

This I don't like.

Today I had the most enviable pleasure of hauling file boxes in +27 degree heat. Now for those of you that don't know me, I'm a 34 year-old alcoholic, smoker with insomnia. That all adds up to Jason not being a happy camper weezing as I carried these fucking hateful boxes down the stairs to their rightful resting place. I'm not sure when I had "Negroid Female Dog" tattooed on my forehead, but damn I wish I could afford the laser removal treatment.

It sucks that all of the people that I like working with leave after they realize how much this job sucks, but I can't blame them. With the Alberta economy being what it is, who wants to suck shit for a meager pitance of a wage. I know I don't. For all of my so-called "wisdom and intelligence" I have to admit I'm pretty fucking stupid to have stayed with the company for as long as I have. The most unfortunate part is that what I do isn't a trade and my wealth of skills are non-transferable, so even if I leave all that I have to look forward to is starting at the bottom all over again, wherever it may be.