So, yeah - I got called into work this afternoon.
Doesn't that suck? Do you know what that means? I planned on working 2 days this week. Now I have to work 2 and 3/4. Because there is a fucking show tonight. I gotta work a show.
That means dealing face to face with customers. Jesus Fucking Christ.
You have any idea how stressful this is for me?
How many days a week do you work?................. Six? Really? Holy Shit.
But you make good money right?.................... $7.25/hour? Oh my God.
But you like your job right?........................ No? You fucking hate it? Jesus.
You dig your co-workers though, right? .....................You'd rather see them dead? Wow.
I am an ungrateful, selfish prick.
(At this point the author raised a gun to his head and blew his brains all over the fucking living room. Which the cats feasted on with great delight.)
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