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Melissa has returned, I am joyous. Tomorrow I take my drug test for my new job and then it's Bye Bye Valvoline shithole cum-ditch fucking scum-drain shitty job!!!!! I won't miss it one bit. Since I've been waiting to start my new tasks, Vulvaline has gone to hell in my eyes. I hate the place, I hate the people there, and I hate the customers that I see. I hate the very words "Oil Change". Why do these fucks have to say it? Why else would they be there? I love the people that park, walk in, and then ask "Can I get an oil change?" No, asshole, you got the wrong place. Try the Burger King down the road, they'll do it. Reason #94267923793876975296591426159125456219784526754975237651492539866626876392876739868768763563 to hate people. It's like walking into a bar and asking if they serve beer. I'm so sick of it. I can't wait to just work on a fuckin' car with no rush, and not have to sell anything, and not have to answer any stupid questions from stupid people. "Can I get an oil change?" FUCK!!!!!!! No, but I'll beat you with a wrench, would that be all for you today, you motherfucker? I can jam it in your ass and throw you in the road if you like! Fuck Valvoline and all quick lube places in the world. Change your own fucking oil. Get your wife to do it. You're getting ripped off anyway. Just had to get that out before I leave that goddamned place. Anyway, as angry as all that may seem, I'm happier than hell, my lady is back, sex will happen, and I have a new job. Damn Yeah!!!!