Meditations on Work
I don't take pride in my work. I know it's pointless retail bullshit. But despite this, for some reason, I still feel compelled to do it right. Even the really pointless CD sorting and straightening parts.
Of course, part of that just might mean I'm borderline obsessive/compulsive, or something.
Of course, part of that just might mean I'm borderline obsessive/compulsive, or something.