The many years of mundane, aggravating, and pointless jobs haven't left me with much besides lots of random stories. Stories that have been compiled in this very book on this very date 200 years ago... probably over a Native American burial ground if I had to guess. Gasp as you read the horror of dealing with customers. Shriek over the thought working along side fiendish coworkers. Live, laugh, and love to the terror of incompetent management.But seriously, it's just a book of stuff that happened to me and why I hate work. Should you really care? Meh.