My roommate and best friend, the wise and witty Hamish, works at Multimags, one of the panoply of wonderful new unsecured service jobs created by our new economy. Anyway, he works until ridiculous hours of the night after going to school. His boss is an asshole, his co-workers incompetent, and the customers complete sons and daughters of bitches.
He comes home every day exhausted and emotionally drained. He has no time to eat, sleep, or relax. He can’t cope. He has to do everyone else’s job (see “incompetent co-workers”). And if he quits or makes the slightest mistake (see “asshole boss”) he starves, and so do the other two of us, who cannot possibly make his part of the rent.
He’s losing it.
I’m watching my best friend wither and die before my eyes. I’m sad and scared for him. I feel so lonely and helpless.
You money-grubbing, dictatorial swine, I want my friend back.