I just had a thought:
Poor Linda.
Has to work hard cleaning rich people's shit tips because they're too 'important' or 'high-profile' or just fucking lazy to tidy up their own place, deal with a fucking fat incompetent spoilt wet lettuce of a manager, driving on the backward, unmaintenced, not-fit-for-purpose roads where the CLARTS FROM HELL drive in their Chelsea Tractors and dim-witted, confused-by-opening-a-can-of-spam co-workers.
All this every weekday.
And, after all this, what does she have to come home to?
Me.
Poor, poor Linda...
Has to work hard cleaning rich people's shit tips because they're too 'important' or 'high-profile' or just fucking lazy to tidy up their own place, deal with a fucking fat incompetent spoilt wet lettuce of a manager, driving on the backward, unmaintenced, not-fit-for-purpose roads where the CLARTS FROM HELL drive in their Chelsea Tractors and dim-witted, confused-by-opening-a-can-of-spam co-workers.
All this every weekday.
And, after all this, what does she have to come home to?
Me.
Poor, poor Linda...