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I hate my job. I really, really do.
Submitted:Mar 5, 2007 Reads: 145 Comments: 3 Likes: 0
Look at your screen
Look at your watch
Just four hours left
'til lunch
Each day you regret
Working here every week
Just four more hours
'til home
We need more toner
Can you fax this
Have a good night
'til tomorrow
Just four more days
Over and over again
I just can't wait
'til saturday
Two days of rest
The days seem short
You can't enjoy sunday
'til death
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