Heep go jim youly make it!

Today I started another crappy underpaid, under-stimulating, worthless job. I can't decide whether I enjoy feeling like I could do better than my current situation, or if my painfully low self worth wont allow me to attempt to seek out more fulfilling employment. Nah, it's the last one because I don't feel better than those around me; I just feel way too old to be doing such mundane and utterly inane work.
I'm afraid that anything I try that I actually want to do will disappoint me greatly by turning out to be just another job I hate.
I know why my dad decided to become an industrial painter instead of going to graphic design school; he didn't think it mattered that much. A job is a job, you get used to it you hate parts and like parts but your brain is set to get used to things and do them without thinking.

I was thinking about the people that work at cell phone stores and those mall islands that sell worthless crap. Those have to be 2 of the dullest jobs on the planet. I picture them having no brain activity for 8 hours a day (well I guess its punctuated by answering the same questions again and again and writing contracts over and over...but that doesn't take thought just the effort of opening your mouth to regurgitate the lines fed to you by the corporation.) A robot could do that job...but a robot has better things to do probably. What lies do they tell themselves to make it worth getting up in the morning? Parenting is the only answer to that I guess. Preening a new generation for the service jobs no one even wants to bother making robots for. I hope I'm not offending anyone..to be fair there are hundreds of jobs like this that people stay in till retirement..retiring from what? I think these sorts of jobs give people an excuse to do nothing of importance for 8 hours a day 5 days a week and not feel guilty about it because they are getting paid.

In conclusion I hate my new job... Not because it is terrible but because it is in no way an improvement from not having a job. I could be doing way more creative and interesting things. I could be researching or reading or writing or studying. Instead money takes priority so I waste hours of my life doing mindless work with a vacuous expression on my face trying to forget that my job has no nutritive value and that there is a commercial dumpster in the back ripe and ready for me to hang myself in...nah. that last one brings me solace in my time of need..(NOT REALLY..jeez)
This seems bleak...well I'm in a gloomy mood. My job gives people the ability to feel better about themselves by looking at me..that pisses me off. Also the news came in today to do a story and that just made me feel worse. I could have been exposed at my dumb job! I shiver to think.

Well that is all..I'm off..to read myself to sleep on this warm Friday night. I have to work tomorrow, For I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.