My job is weird.
A girl at my job said she thought I was twenty-seven so I was like yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Sometimes, when I'm in a recalcitrant frame of mind, my job frustrates me very much.
At other times, I am happy to be at my job, because it's so easy to be quiet and unassuming there.
I enjoy the company of most of the other wretched drudges at my job.
At my job we use a timeclock to clock in and out. (Yes, spell check, I agree that "timeclock" is a dumb, redundant term.) The other day as I left work, I told myself I was going to "clock out with my cock out." Then I laughed to myself. Nobody heard it.