I hate this job.
I hate how often I burn myself.
How often I smell like beer.
When the seas are rocking.
When customers stare at me like I can lower prices. Or get indignant because I can't magic something into existence for their request.
Most of all I hate that I sleep away from home so much. Even if it is a hell house, I've made my room mine.
Except work pays just enough to keep me from leaving easily. A measly two dollar difference from the average pay per hour.
And all the impact.
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