I have this fantasy of having the kind of job that you can wake up and shower and read the paper, and make your coffee and toast and sit and chill with your kids for half an hour before work in the morning. But I don't have kids or a newspaper subscription.
So I guess I'm lucky to get off work at 1pm and watch Battle Star Galactica in my underpants and eat cake all day.
That is the other American dream right?
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