There comes a point where everything becomes clear. It's happened before. I was hoping it wouldn't happen again for a few more years. But it has. I'm not going to throw myself a big pity party here. I receive a fair wage for what I do and I don't spend my days doing anything socially or morally repugnant. I know I should suck it up and keep rolling. But the thought of doing what I'm doing for the rest of my career makes me want to curl up in a ball and chew my kneecaps off.
Anyways, work's not going well, to say the least. But, the upside is Die Hard Day is almost here! Last year was quite an experience and the ante has been upped for this year's event with three kegs of micro brewery goodness! Well, two kegs of goodness and one keg of a Labatt Crystal knockoff. Given the option of duplicating any beer in Canada, why would anyone choose to duplicate Labatt fucking Crystal? The mind reels. I guess it could be worse. They could have gotten a keg of Old Vienna. I'm sure I won't be complaining after the first dozen beers.
In any case, I'm looking forward to a full day of therapy.