The nerve of them.
They called me out of work on friday, talking about how they had to test out the fortifications of the components in order to optimize performance and shit. It turns out they're trying some new robot mechanics with answering machines and shit. Can you believe the nerve of technology trying to take over my job. Some robot might be able to answer a few questions for customers, but I can sure as hell kick that robot's ass. Plus, robot's don't got hungry mouths to feed. Doesn't the company care at all about feeding people? They'd rather donate goods to charity than help me out with life. Shit just ain't right.
Someone at work keeps dumping liquids in my trash can. Shit is starting to piss me the fuck off. From coffee to soup to vomit. There's already a crack at the bottom of my trash can. And now, there's a huge brown spot on the carpet that it sits upon. How the hell am I going to explain that to my boss? (Wait a second. I am the boss.) How the hell am I supposed to explain this to the cleaning lady who will eventually leave me notes about how messy I am? She left me a note, once, the day after I left a huge stinker in the toilet without flushing. It said, "Meet me in the bathroom before you leave work." Having left a giant shit without flushing, I knew she wanted to beat me up- "bully" style, dunking my head in the toilet and shit. Shit is just too crazy.
Shit is shit I'll never understand.
Have a Happy Easter!!!
If God died for my sins, should I continue my life sinning away?
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