On the line of 7

Its come to my attention of how much I've been too dependent on work.

My life revolves around the hours of my operations.

Whether it be going to the Gymnasium, bible study, and or valuable random acts of entertainment, one thing always remain the same, "Let me check if I'm off that day" has become my battle cry since after High School.

Last time around I tried to screw the system of things by taking a ridicules morning shifts and set things up by fooling the damned bureaucracy that established it by leaving all my nights available. That worked for a few months only the the fat man on top figured it out and decided to have its way with my mouth.

Lock jawed and penny less i took the first Overseer how came by my way. Now... I'm back to the grueling Graveyard and Swing shifts with lesser hours but with more flexibility. So far this Overseer has been gentile and a bit too kind. What evil sins will i find hidden in this establishments mattresses i can only sit back an wait.

Till then, i keep hoping for a better tomorrow and bath in the filth of today.