From time to time, I daydream about manual labor and think I would really enjoy doing it. The idea sounds pretty good: you put in your 8 or 10 hours, go home, and stop thinking about work. There's a certain appeal to that.
Then I carry everything I own into a new apartment, and I think, "Man, I'm glad I have a college degree."
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You wouldn't know manual labor if a dolly bit you in the ass.
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