Money?

Is money really worth this bullshit that I'm doing for it? I ask this in light of the fact that I have to be up at 8am, in order to be at work at 9am for work all day tommorow. Tommorow is labor day, the universal day to honor us of the laboring professions (actually, Mayday is the universal day of labor, but since we are all so scared of socialism, we need our own seperate holiday to let the masses drink beer and get sunburnt at the beach while spending plenty of money at walmart and mcdonalds and paying 3.50 a gallon for gas). Plus I just listened to this song about harlan county, which is a fucked up place, but it makes me reflect on how bullshit some jobs are (Harlan county = Kentucky coal mines; take a class on it sometime bitches). My sister came up today, so I got the joy of experiencing Pottery Barn; what a damn place that is. First off, I was expecting pottery, like maybe some bowls and pots and mugs and shit maybe. But no, theres like leather furniture and tables and shit, and barstools, and all types of things that do not immediately suggest pottery to me. Further complicating things is the confusion over what is actually for sale, and what you can take off the displays, and what should be left alone and asked for from one of the "Associates". I understand it is the yuppie home furnishing mecca, but to me, it did not suggest comfortable home living. On the other hand, those motherfuckers at P.F. Changs have the Chinese food on lockdown. Diet coke and Chang's Chicken, you can't fuck with that shit. You can't fuck with 3.22 a gallon for gas either; actually, 3.22 a gallon gladly and enthusiastically fucks you.