[ WP ] : You do n't remember what you do for a living . Literally . You black out for 8 hours 5 days a week and a paycheck appears once per month .

Beep. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 `` Those just regular carrots? ``, the clerk prompts. 
 
 `` Huh... yeah. Carrots'' I reply from a haze. 
 
 `` So, like, hows life?'' 
 
 `` Life?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, like, work and stuff. What do you do man?'' 
 
 `` Why do you want to know?'' 
 
 `` Its just small talk man'' he looks deflated. 
 
 `` Ah, the banal platitudes of the modern world'' I reply somewhat jokey manner. 
 
 `` Sure'' 
 
 `` Well, work was work. You know. Same shit different day.I ca n't even really remember it'' 
 
 `` You ca n't remember your work? I mean, its like, 6, so you been off work an hour, you forget that quick man?'' 
 
 `` Its just, its work. Its part of the routine. You run it on autopilot. Wake up. Breakfast. Go to work. Come here once a week. Go home. Eat. Sleep, and repeat.'' 
 
 `` That does n't sound very fun'' 
 
 `` Its work, its not suppose to be fun'' 
 
 `` My job is kinda fun. I hang out with terry. Chill. Go to concerts with Matt and Jane. Do n't you do stuff like that?'' 
 
 `` Not really. I got a routine. I was pretty wild in my younger days, but now I need security'' 
 
 `` With a job you ca n't remember'' 
 
 `` Listen, I do n't need this from a shit like you. Put my shit in the bag and fuck off alright?'' 
 
 `` Shit. Okay. Sorry man'' 
 
 The slacked youth throws my stuff in a bag. I pay and I leave for home. 
 
 At home, I cook, I clean, I sleep, and repeat.
