Joy is...
having your boss waiting at your desk when you arrive at work to give you a list of five thousand fucking things that have to be done by the end of the day.
Joy is having to write a letter for someone because they are too fucking stupid to write it themselves. What the fuck are we paying these morons for?
As you can see, I'm having one fucking joy filled day...and it's only 10.
Joy is having to write a letter for someone because they are too fucking stupid to write it themselves. What the fuck are we paying these morons for?
As you can see, I'm having one fucking joy filled day...and it's only 10.