This is going to be a good old fashioned Italian RAGE
Today I did, once again totally monotonous work for the OPC’s Senior Olympics. Why do old people need to have an Olympics? If they didn’t make it the first time when they were younger what makes them think that they have the right to try again? Maybe you are so old Mr. Old Man that you remember the first Olympics, but I don’t care to hear about them. No indeed I do not, so just shut up and let me make your freaking name tag just like everyone else is doing. The only reason why I am here is because I need to graduate with 40 hours of community service and my aunt helps run this freaking event. I do not want to be here I REPEAT: I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE!
I am now a waitress at Villa Penna. Please come and harass me. This is exactly what I need in my life right now. I pretty much will no longer have a life and I don’t know if I can do the mrp anymore, which pretty much screws me over for the rest of my life. Am I being dramatic? Hell yes I am and I have every right to be. I did not ask for this job and I know I am being ungrateful. So sue me. I am going to under a lot of stress and I don’t think that right now I can take another catfight or lovers quarrel. So for those reasons, I am not going to argue with anyone so don’t try to start one with me okay? On the plus side I get to wear a bowtie. For some reason I thought of stoltman when the lady interviewing me told me that.
Don’t even get me started on the stupidity of boys.