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Dear Workplace: Yes, I know; financially these are hard times, and I'm lucky to have a job. I appreciate that. However, if you drive me completely batshit-insane with your 'Productivity Worksheet' bullshit, I'll end up wearing a stylish jacket with way too many straps and occupying a rubber room. So please: quit with the incredibly frustrating nonsense, okay? We're all stressed out enough right now; we don't need this 'Big Brother Is Watching' asshattery as well.
Also? If I ever win the lottery, I'm out of here so freaking fast the air'll catch on fire in my wake. No shit, you'll be able to roast marshmallows over it, I promise you this.
No Love.............. me