war

seven years ago, i was named employee of the month at wendy's in bayside, queens. i have the certificate here and will frame it soon, although perhaps i should be burning it. since then i have not stopped working, but i think i am ready to stage a very formal rebellion against the concept of work. allied thoughts: is cynicism the mother of hipsterdom? if we have nonexportable jobs, should we cling to them like [insert bad metaphor here]? what are any of us getting out of this?

you want to learn something today? read what camus wrote about the sisyphus myth.