Today I was kind of rattled when I went into work and made the mistake of saying out loud to a coworker, "I wish I had a real job."

I was trying lamely to be funny but by the expression on her face I could tell she was shocked. I left it alone because sometimes overexplaining is worse than the first mistake, but what I meant was, I wish I made enough money to really be helpful and had some decent benefits so my husband could retire at 62, but a minimum wage mall job won't do that.

It came off like I'm not grateful for my job, but I am. I don't hate it at all. It just pays awful.

Wow I hate having to always watch my back in this economy. There's just nothing in Michigan, nada, zip.

I need a roll of duct tape for my mouth.