[Start log: "Great. Just great. Right when I finally get home, no not even that. I didn't even pull into my driveway yet when I heard that godforsaken ringing again. They just had me spend three and a half hours replacing light bulbs, and now they want me to go 'Confirm that the antenna is set in the proper position' on some building all the way over on the West side of town? Come on man, my shift ends in half an hour. I hate this job. It pays alright but it's so draining. To them, I'm nothing more than a tool. A tool with a cool down in between uses. Maybe that's all I'll ever be. A tool. For some reason, I don't feel as disappointed about that as I think I should. Maybe I'll go to Larry's after I finish this shift. Haven't been there in a while." End log]
