FedUp

Last night was a long night. I went in to work expecting to be there two hours but I didn't get home until almost 6 a.m. I felt like I'd been beaten with a spatula.
I remember thinking around 4 a.m., there's got to be a better way to make a living. I mean, those guys that pick up cans on the side of the road look happy. They look broke for the most part, but they look happy.
There's something appealing about getting out in the sun, walking, bending, carrying, and stooping to get your daily exercise.
I can hear it now "Mister, my computer is down and I NEED IT FIXED NOW!!!!!"
I would be wearing overalls and my favorite Alabama baseball cap and I'd smile and say "Hey, I found a quarter by the side of the road right back there, why don't you use it to call someone who cares that your computer is down.  I'm busy doing something meaningful for the planet by picking up and recycling these cans. Now go away and quit bugging me."
How cool would that be. I'm also working on an alternate option:
Welcome to Wal~Mart.