I really love my job, even though there are times where I have to grudgingly force myself through tough shit that less willful minded people would simply walk away from.

Today I had to climb through a dusty attic filled with old fiberglass insulation (the kind that just pierces through your skin). The roof was of the gabled triangle variety and left me with about 2' clearance below the peak to crawl on top of thin 1" thick rafters elevated a foot above the actual ceiling joists. Laying on top of the damn things really hurt since they kind of bite at your nerves pressed between wood and bone. Not only do I have to breath stale dusty shit-quality air through a cheap mask and lay upon these thin slats of wood. I also have to be extra careful not to put any weight on the drywall below, or else the ceilings would get damaged.

All that I've written sounds like blah, blah, blah. So, I will simply say it was hell and leave it at that.

I'm free now.

Work, work, work. Pay, pay, pay. That's all I do.

I'm well tempered or at the very least I may say that I'm rational and well practiced at hiding my true cynical feelings for the sake of avoiding conflict. I heard the a story yesterday of how someone dear to me was harassed on the bus by the security guard who refused to believe that any of her ID's were hers, when it was point blank no-shit-Sherlock-obvious that they all belonged to her and threatened with handcuffs and such until finally letting her go. It was harassment and wrong to accuse anyone of ID fraud when they have all the necessary identification and look exactly like their picture. So what if they're not wearing glasses in the picture? Ridiculous.

This has left me burning in rage underneath for the past 24 hours, I don't know if I could even let anything go in that situation. I'd probably act as my cool usual self, walk away, and end up stabbing them in the back of the neck and slitting their throat or bashing their heads in with a hammer. But then again that's my imagination fantasizing vigilantism. Secondly, I'm probably more upset that it happened to someone that I care about rather than myself. Anyways, there's one reason I drive everywhere.