I think working holidays should take it up the ass. Seriously. If thoughts and ideas and other inanimate things could take it up their theoretical ass, this would be the time.
I have possible 8 hours shifts on next Saturday and Sunday, and if they aren't really 8 hour shifts I'm going to be pissed. If I'm missing a weekend at home for selling drapes, I'd better get paid well for it.
Pillow fluffing wasn't up to my usual standards. Now, that might sound ridiculous, but if I'm going in for three hours to fluff up pillows they're gonna be some fucking perfect pillows, which they weren't, but everyone thought they were so that's just fine with me.
Birthday party guest list:
1. Me
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I only wish my bed was that big, it would make falling onto it a lot easier.