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i'm exhausted. it's ridiculous. i don't even know why i am posting. i think word got out that i painted morris bart's house. i told one guy at work. there's only 4 workers at my job, including myself. you do the math. i don't think any part of the place i am working at has been painted in 30 years. so, what was i asked to do yesterday? that's right. paint the doors and trim in the crematory. there's some other door in the mausoleum that they want me to paint as well. i'm okay with it. i just think it's funny. today we got these two brothers in. there was alot of talk about how these brothers had been going around killing people for a while. something like 14 or so people. these brothers ended up being murdered. they were huge. unbelievably massive men. the funeral home in which they were delivered from fixed these guys up. one of them was even smiling. those big guys weigh about 8 pounds now.
i think more people should adopt the 'if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all' rule. i don't like hearing what people have to say because most of it is bullshit. i don't like being given any advice considering most advice anyone can offer isn't an actual reflection of what you should actually do. most people will just tell you what they think you would want to hear. they want to make you think they understand. they couldn't. nothing is easy.
i think more people should adopt the 'if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all' rule. i don't like hearing what people have to say because most of it is bullshit. i don't like being given any advice considering most advice anyone can offer isn't an actual reflection of what you should actually do. most people will just tell you what they think you would want to hear. they want to make you think they understand. they couldn't. nothing is easy.