Wow, someone understands how I feel about my job...

I hate this place this zoo this prison this reality whatever you want to call it I can't stand it any longer It's the smell if there is such a thing I feel saturated by it I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by you Repulsive isn't it? I must get out of here I must get free Oh, wait. I'm just quoting the Matrix again. Never mind.