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It's just one thing after another.

It's not another turkey on the light grid, is it?

I'm not sure I'm familiar with that turn of phrase?

*looks momentarily confused*

Oh. Sorry. You, um, remind me of Jeremy. This guy I work with. Our boss once thawed a twenty-whatever pound turkey on the light grid above the anchor desk. Long story.

I don't like times like that.

It's not times for me, it's life.

Your entire life...?

I'm sorry to hear that.

Why?

It's tiring.

I can rest when I'm dead. What's it matter if it's tiring?

That's a terrible way to think of it.

...I fail to see how?

You shouldn't wait to die before resting.

So, I should be lazy? There's work to be done, I could hardly ignore it.

No, not all the time. But it's fine once in a while.

No, it's not. Work is meant to be done. And besides, I hardly dislike my job.

...

I still think it is terrible.

I know, how dare people be hard-working.

You take it a little too far.

It would be "too far" if I was a CPA or the like. However, my job is crucial.

And? No vacations at all? In your entire life?

That is taking it too far.

How do you suppose?

It's insane to never try and enjoy yourself.

You're under the impression I don't enjoy my work.

I hope you like it very much.

It's like Monopoly and Risk all at once.

Not very helpful to me.

Sure it doesn't.

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