working gets the Gas Face

Today I wished my boss was Mr. T. Oh sure, he'd complain that he has no time for the jibbajabba, but we'd pass all kinds of hours of him jibbajabbering about times of olde. I'm sure he finally does have time for the jibbajabba by now. And I'd get paid to hear it. That's much more enjoyable than anything to do with drill bits.

Plus Mr. T would get a discount on super premium drill bits. I'm sure his friends would love getting drill bit sets for Christmas, because that's handy for puttin' holes in things.

It works out for everyone except my current boss who would then be unemployed. Whom I have nothing against, but hey, you'd trade a minor leaguer for Roger Clemons.