I envision a world where we all make money doing nothing. There's not enough...there's not enough, you know - people are 'Uh, wha, what? We like our jobs, Bill. We like the gruelling in and out, eight hours a day, setting the alarm clock, traffic, Bill - traffic! We love it!' You know what I hate about working? Bosses. That's what I fucking hate. First of all, let me tell you something real quick. The very idea that anyone could be my boss, well...I think you see the conflict. Not in this lifetime, Charlie. A few more incarnations, we'll sit down and chat. But I used to always get harassed.
'Hicks, how come you're not working?'
I'd go, 'There's nothing to do.'
'Well, you pretend like you're working.'
'Well, why don't you pretend I'm working? Yeah, you get paid more than me, you fantasize. Pretend I'm mopping. Knock yourself out. I'll pretend they're buying stuff; we can close up. I'm the boss now, you're fired. How's that? I'm on a fucking roll. We're all millionaires and you're a dick. I'm pretending shit, I'm wacky, I can't be stopped.'
I don't know if I have the right attitude for the workplace.
Bill Hicks