Where I sit all day, just over my left shoulder in a cabinet, on a shelf is my box of bills.
You know those envelopes, that appear regularly in your mail, the ones for whom it seems to be the sole purpose for the continued life of your postal carrier. The constant reminder that your life, every waking moment, cost you something. I can almost hear it barking at me...anytime I take a pee break or stop for a moment and check an email..."HEY, YOU DOWN THERE, YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE MONEY. I'M TIRED OF BEING FULL ALL THE TIME!!" The Bill Box is the worst kind of boss...he is never satisfied no matter what I do, I will never be done.