projected diligence

It's the middle of my fourth week at the spiedie factory. I already feel myself growing more and more discontented with life in general. To think people actually work in places like this their entire lives. My ancestors did, and it's remarkable the generation gaps witnesses within the facilities. People still live like it's the 1950s. I think it's another example of how time is repetitive, how everything that has happened, will happen, or is happening now. It makes me wonder when will i work at a factory again. I guess I am already working there again....and again....and a fourth time.