Pray for Mojo

Oh fuck me.
I'm at work trying to justify the existence of my job position. On paper. Suddenly it doesn't look like I do that much. Oh wait.
I've just filled an entire piece of paper with things I do on a regular basis.

What have I just deduced?

They don't fucking pay me enough.
But at least I have a window seat, right?
Ha.

I am such a schmoe.
Send food stamps.
And a bottle of whiskey.
And not the cheap ass shit, either.