Work is an odd word. Kind of evil in itself. Work..... is a bad word. At least by todays standards. I always try to get out of work. I mean unless I'm getting paid. Then work is fine. I don't even work enough to wash my own car, so why should I work for the man. I truly think the american work ethic has truly went downhill in the last decade. I have friends that break they're back in menial jobs to make a living. And what for? Just barely to survive? Is this enough? If I worked 40 hr's a week and made just barely enough to get by then I would be 1 pissed off boy. Luckily I still live at home and have little expenses. I ahve a car payment and insurance, and what little debt I have accumulated...and this is still aburden upon me, until I step back and realize that this is why I work....not for luxury but the bare neccessities...and this would be fine if I had a filling inside my heart. Where is my cream filling? My Jelly torrete? It all matters what is on the inside...and right now there is nothing except my job and what I was born with. I'm like an empty donut waiting to get filled!