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 am by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress,
forcefeed, 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?”
Charles Bukowski
Factotum, 1975
