Hey kids. I resigned yesterday and I’ll be using up my remaining leave credits in such a way that the next time I have to deal with these tediously stupid Caucasians and African-Americans (no offense meant, we all know how much I love Taylor Hanson and Warrick Brown. And Melanie B. It’s just that when you’re tired and hungry and some fuck up calls in and wastes your time by hanging up as soon as you ask for their credit card information— it tries my patience) will be on the 19th. My last day with this godforsaken company.
That means I don’t know when I’ll be on-line next.
Tell me: what great sin have I committed to deserve two mentally-retarded probably-a-year-or-two-older-than-me girls singing Barny’s I Love You You Love Me song a few feet behind me?