If anyone would come up to me while I’m filling Rx’s and say “Boy, you look like you’re hard at work” I would just give a casual smile and continue along.
However, that line coming from someone who is on welfare is like nails on chalkboard. On Monday, the busiest day for pharmacies everywhere, having someone on welfare come in and say “Boy you all look like you’re just hard at work! Are my “Soma’s” ready?” makes me just want to leap over the counter and ninja-kick them in the forehead.
Yes, I am hard at work, you know, that strange word that is the holy-water against your evil lazy soul. ‘Work’ is in the same category as ‘abstinence’ in your ghettoictionary. Actually, I’m surprised you know what this foreign ‘work’ is, moreover, maybe you should try this foreign concept called ‘work’, you might actually like it.
I’ve been tempted to say to them “you know, by me WORKING it allows you to get your Nexium and your “Vico-DANS 750’s” for free, so I would just leave me be so I can WORK rather than disturb me with stupid questions like when the next shipment of greeting cards or earrings are arriving.” Yes, people do interrupt me with such important questions such as these. Fuck going to school for 7 years, just tell them when 90 pills at 3/day dosing is due and when the next shipment of earrings come in.
People who brag about how nice it is outside also have the same nerve-grating effect on me. Yes, you have told me 4 times already how wonderful it is outside. However, I, being the responsible one out of us two, need to WORK so you can continue to sit outside enjoying the wonderful weather and NOT WORK. So, until that time which you actually get off of your lazy ass and WORK to support ME, I shall have to view the wonderful day through the glass that is the front of the store. Thanks for playing, go fuck yourself.
Don’t get me started about welfare folk who sit and BRAG to me about the wonderful vacation they have lined up. I’m tempted to say “you realize that vacation implies that you WORK, thereby a vacation is time off of WORK. Your life, in fact, is one giant vacation because you DO NOT WORK”. Do you know what happens when I do not WORK, I starve.
You’re right, its jealosy that I’m stuck in a box for 9 hours a day dealing with the sick, entitlement-stricken, rude, ungrateful, pushy, “WAH POOR ME”, asshole public while they can do whatever they want all day every day and have their basic needs taken care of by the nanny-state. Sure I have nice things that they don’t have, but I also WORKED for these things rather than skate by and take the lazy way out. I’ve made the choice to WORK when they have made the choice to get-a-doctor-to-sign-SSI-paperwork-to-avoid-WORK.
I want to get all the doctors to just blindly sign off SSI paperwork, round them up, and firmly implant my boot where their scroatums should be.