OMG! OMG! OM MF'ing G!

My day job is among the more challenging portions of a human being's day. I cannot take coming here and working here and breathing the same air as these people, some of whom are putrid in both a stereotypical and also empirical manner. I don't enjoy putrid people; I'll go ahead and be upfront with you about that. My supervisor in particular is a person addicted to pain-killers. This incorporates a lot of questionable judgement calls regarding all sorts of items from the high-level to the medium range and also the banal. Can I share with you that I am an artist and - yes, I know, I know, I am lucky to have a job in this button-hole economy - I don't want to have to go to work. I need to be laying in bed still with the dreamy state of dreamtime floating around my head like so many fat cherubs. This is the obligation that society has to pay to the artist: not making them work!