So the hard rain last night wasn't enough to wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. Thanks, Bickle.
My job has gotten so annoying. I'm tired of my shift relief always being late. I'm tired of imperious emails from on high that say nothing of any import, yet demand a read receipt. I'm tired of sleeping during the day and being stuck in a windowless bunker at night. I'm tired of driving 100 miles a day.
Basically I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it any more. Thanks, Beale.
Soon the cleansing will begin, I think I'll start with the dishes -- c1150
2 comments:
You could pretend that you are a submariner. That's a very cool occupation. Almost as cool as international playboy/girl.
That's true. And I'm halfway there with the way the stairwell leaks in the rain.
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