Oh, work. How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. 

I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height of a shift that I started thirty minutes ago, but feels like it’s been going on for fifteen hours. 

I hate thee to the level of every end of the day, when I realize I have to do the same thing all over again tomorrow.

I hate thee freely, as men strive for a three day weekend. 

I hate thee purely, as my manager once again gives me a free pizza slice instead of a raise.

I hate thee with the passion put to use

From working different crappy jobs since I was in high school, and the fact I have to keep doing this til I retire.

I hate thee with a hatred so strong

That it makes me bastardize classic poetry. I hate thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but hate thee better after I’ve finished this list of memes.