I have a rubbish job!

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My job has been responsible for the break up of my marriage and is ruining my life. I work as a clown for the circus that is 5 miles from my house. The money is poor and as it is a very physicaly demanding, there is very little laughs to be had. My wife cannot stand the smell and has had enough of me coming in stinking of custard pies and tripping over my size 54 shoes. She has run away with the fishmonger. She left me a note saying I no longer made her laugh. When i travel to work each morning people point and stare at me as i weave between the traffic on my 8 foot tall unicycle. I find this humiliating. Yesterday at the traffic lights i sneezed and nearly blinded a pensioner with my red nose. I do private childrens party's in the evenings to help pay the bills. When i go for a drink later on people always try to pick a fight with me by making comments like "who's the clown at the end of the bar?" Maybe i should move somewhere warmer. Do you have a shortage of clowns in your country? Or do you just have a rubbish job?