Worst Job Ever

I went out with some work friends last night for some good old karaoke. We were all having a blast. Sake, sushi and Phil Collins. Amazing. As I sang my heart out to Hotel California, I was on top of the world. Then I sat down and as someone was belting out Ice, Ice Baby I saw it. I looked away from the scene of the crime and my eyes were fixed on the sushi chef- and he looked like he wanted to kill himself.

Can you imagine? When we go do karaoke, yeah most of it's bad, but it's just a wacky experience. But to be that sushi chef? He's probably constantly thinking about his buddy who's got a sweet gig doing hibachi over at Shogun meanwhile, this poor bastard's limited to making California Rolls for some ass to wolf down in between ironic renditions of Ace of Base songs. So, next time you're at a karaoke joint selecting a song, think of this guy: