Sammy wanted to say he loved his job, his good pay, and the people he worked with.

But that would be lying, and Sammy does not like lying. Especially to his System.

"How was work today?" Sans asked, reading a newspaper.

Sammy just hung upside down over the back of the couch so her head dangled over Spring's chest, who was also lying on the couch eating cereal out of a pan. "Spring, feed me."

Spring's next spoonful went to him.

"Well, you know what?" He said, opening his mouth for Spring to feed him. "It was shit." He chewed in between words, and after a long pause, would get fed. "My client was being a lil bitch to me today, their dog tore up some of my sheets, and their piano was way out of tune, so I spent a while fixing that. And then they bitch about that, so I said fuck it, and told them I'd come back tomorrow when things were cooler, as in they can all fuck off straight into the sun."

One of his clients was a middle aged woman with two kids, whom weren't interested in piano, but their mom wanted them to learn. The girl, who was older, was, according to her brother, on her period, making her extra bitchy today. Sammy just figured it was her unwillingness to learn. 

Their mom was even bitchier than before. Screaming all sorts of profanities at him, calling him a monster, the usual. Then the dog tore up the sheets and it all went to hell.

Sammy was screaming about how he handwrote those and wanted compensation. The client was going on about how he could replace those.

Finally Sammy ended the session early.

Did Sammy regret taking the job? He would be lying if he said no.