At some point in the future my position will inevitably be automated, and on my last day, I am going to hug the robot who takes my place. The work I do is repetitive to the point of almost driving me insane, and I am underpaid. Before you think I’m completely insane, let me clarify: I hate my job.
When I wake up on Saturday morning, I am literally disappointed because it means I have two whole days until the work week begins again. The Carpool Agreement: He Drives, She Sucks, I Cum
