What the hedgehog is going on with my job.
How did I get written up for being late, but not get written up for calling up Santa's Christmas Song Party Line? (For those who'd like to sing along, it's 1-900-909-4300.) The past few days that I was in work, I've been living one of my many childhood fantasies by singing Christmas carols with good ol' St. Nick. I guess I can see now that singing Christmas carols at work well past Christmas season isn't means for getting written up. So, what the hell am I complaining about?
I'll tell you what I'm complaining about. I'm pissed off that that stupid squirrel tried to play chicken with me and lost. I'm pissed off that squirrel guts and squirrel fur are in my wheel well. That's probably why I got written up at work. Maybe next time, I'll lay off the liquor, and just put it in her. That'll teach her to never convince squirrels to sit under my tire when I'm singing Christmas songs.
Shit just don't make sense. I eat green, and it still comes out brown.
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