The next person who comes to me with a self-pity party can go to hell.
I don't care if he's ignoring you. I don't care if your job sucks big donkey balls, but you're getting big bucks for it. I don't even care if your house has or has not been winterized yet. AND, I especially don't care if you're going to tell me what I need to be doing about it or anything else.
I'm sick, I'm tired and I have a ton of work to do.
Enough said.
Right?
Nope, I was apparently wrong.
Someday my friends and family will grow up and not
Right?
*crickets*
Right?
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