2010 August:

"It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition,
I mean a better place than the one usually reserved.
How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m.
by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic
to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful
for the opportunity to do so?"
—Factotum, 1975
By Charles Bukowski.