don't let me fool you. there are a lot of bad things about my job, but i would be lying if i were to say that it didn't have its perks. free internet access, time to myself, and the occasional bonus like a free paid luncheon (this afternoon). and while there are still plenty of little complaints i could make about it, but those complaints are torched with an eye-laser or crushed by a rocket fist from the giant robot of free food. i freely admit that on balance a free lunch is small recompense for having to work Christmas Eve, but I still hope imagining it as a giant robot will make things seem a little better than perhaps they actually are. robots are just like that, i guess.