Work, like misery, is a mandatory part of life. Rarely can someone do something they absolutely love for a living and get away with it. While specialization is necessary to meet a particular demand, and training and plenty of acquired experience can bring someone closer to actualizing a place where pleasure and necessity coincide, more often than not a job requires only submission to absolute servility. Often times such menial work roughly equates to the real world equivolent of offering to swallow slugs for a dollar: you are, after all, paid for the amount of suck you can swallow. Why else does every blue collar rush to raise his bac level well over the legal limit as soon as he calls it quits? (To forget about those slugs!) Now that we're all nice and cynical, here are the top ten worst things about having a job (other than the slugs).