Retired hero of the workers who neeeeeeeeds to put in two hours of work before noon bullied me into a solid 11h sleep in 2 days. Man am I happy that guy will be done before lunch very neato. And no I did not hallucinate the lawnmower sound all of that horrible 11th hour long, my poor fella was just interrupted by his beautiful kids paying him a visit.
These are the very kind of people who are super addicted to coming to the recycling park a lot. I am just so happy that he is done before noon and not at all channeling my trembling rage into a sarcastic rant instead of sitting down to write a nice little polite resignation letter the second day of work after vacation. I couldn't picture anything better to do with my life than to service those very kind of people. It's an honor to lend your generation a hand into tending to their phytochemically tainted garden. Ilive to serve.
I'm not trembling, you're trembling.
What pheromone do I let off when I'm super done with life, allways some random thing to derail me from my wrath... Since when do they care and give tips at the mandarory medical checkup for work? She said she couldn't prescribe me antihystamines but she strongly advised to see a doctor about it, because it might improve the quality of me sleep. Just let me boil until I evaporate into nada when I'm like that FFS, everytime, be nice before or fuck off when I'm angry.