I’m moving on. Quitting my job.For several years I have worked...

I’m moving on. Quitting my job.

For several years I have worked with produce. Loading it. Sorting it. Checking the quality. A man can only do so much of that before he destroys his liver through alcoholism.

The liver is a very important organ. Why do you think they call it that?

I need a change. I pride myself on having worked a wide variety of jobs. I have gassed up airplanes, sold pot, cooked, detailed limos, waited tables, painted houses, babysat, dog walked, landscaped, sold vacuum cleaners, pretended to be a psychic on the phone, changed oil, hauled garbage.

I feel I need to add to the list one more time. True, I am getting older now, at a point when a person should be looking for stability. But I get bored.

One more notch on the blue collar belt before I keel over and die.

Plus, my boss is a colossal dick….