I fear I may be going insane
Sanity is highly overrated. Wake up people! Coke and Pepsi are the same thing! Wahahaha…hahahaha!
Just as I was getting comfortable at work the “powers that be” decided to switch up my territories. It’s not like I saw getting emotionally attached to Niagara Falls, but I had finally gotten used to working with it. Now I have study up on Cape Cod, Lake George, Virginia Beach and 15 other random places.
After a hard day, coming home should be a peaceful experience. Wrong again. The contractors are back and have called in a few of their foreign friends. For anyone who has seen the movie the Money Pit, that is my life. For those who have not seen it, I highly recommend you rent it so you can sympathize with my situation. Anyway, the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning is some guy on a ladder with a nail gun. And since they don’t work normally hours, they are here all damn day. Even as I write this, they are chilling on my roof and freaking out the cat. The banging, sawing, and occasional “hey mama” has not stopped.
I really fear for what is left of my brain. Maybe some alcohol will kill what active cells I…have…left…bah.
Just as I was getting comfortable at work the “powers that be” decided to switch up my territories. It’s not like I saw getting emotionally attached to Niagara Falls, but I had finally gotten used to working with it. Now I have study up on Cape Cod, Lake George, Virginia Beach and 15 other random places.
After a hard day, coming home should be a peaceful experience. Wrong again. The contractors are back and have called in a few of their foreign friends. For anyone who has seen the movie the Money Pit, that is my life. For those who have not seen it, I highly recommend you rent it so you can sympathize with my situation. Anyway, the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning is some guy on a ladder with a nail gun. And since they don’t work normally hours, they are here all damn day. Even as I write this, they are chilling on my roof and freaking out the cat. The banging, sawing, and occasional “hey mama” has not stopped.
I really fear for what is left of my brain. Maybe some alcohol will kill what active cells I…have…left…bah.