This job is killin me.. the huge amounts of dust I breath in a night cuases me to hack up giant balls of gelatinous brown mucas in the morning :) ill wear a dust mask if they will let me I hope it does some good. Ill die for the almighty dollar before its over. Ive always had a hard time dealing with the fact tha I have to sell my precious life for a wage. Its damn near slavery and I cant see how anyone would see I anyother way. Your givin a life to be happy and do great things not this.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 23:28:33 +0000
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