Q. Where do you work?
A. At a cafe and Murray.
Q. Can I visit you there?
A. Only if you know me, and only if you bring presents.
Q. It sounds like you hate it there, why do you stay?
A. You're confusing the feelings of overall hatred with the feelings of temporary frustration/my love of hyperbole. It's usually not so bad, and someone has only pooped all over the bathroom once.
Most importantly, since I am in school everyday/all day Monday-Thursday, this job is one of the few willing to work with my schedule. (I only work a few hours on the weekend.)
Q. Is your boss nice?
A. Yes. And she usually lets me do whatever I want. Like take a whole weekend off.
Q. Do you like your co-workers.
A. Yes. And those I don't get fired. Or get pregnant via their cracked out boyfriend and leave in order to spawn. But I'm actually not in charge of that, the getting them pregnant part. Just the convincing my boss to fire them part.
Q. If you work there so little, why do you talk about it all the time?
A. Because grad school is boring.