I want to give specific Fuck Yous to the following people:
First, my manager at work. Fuck You. You may not notice me struggling to stay conscious from heat exaustion over your constant barking of orders, but you should learn that people have limits, and that someone looking like they're risking a heat stroke at 10 in the morning is a serious health concern, and I am not going to work myself to death for you. I'm also sending you a second Fuck You, because if you ever have me do landscaping work ever again, I'm walking out on the spot. In fact, I tried to do that very thing, which brings me to my next Fuck You. Fuck You, mom, for thinking I'm exaggerating the problem I'm having at work, and not picking me up, since sitting at a bus stop for several hours in this heat was probably a bad idea. Fuck You a million times more for everything else, too.
Getting back to the landscaping, Fuck You again, since I had already had trouble just loading the goddamn trucks, and now you're telling me to do something is no way in my job description, and actually requires a proffessional team to do, in 95° weather? All so you can give a break from the heat to the guy who does this sort of thing for a living(in fact, the services he was doing he was donating)? And to that guy, Fuck You, because if you tell me "go around twice" again to water the same patch of flowers I'm going to waterboard you with that damn hose. Not to mention without any kind of protective gear other than the hat I was wearing at the time, hands working in soil filled with God-knows-what chemicals, and the only protection was being told "watch out for the thorns, they're sharp. Go around twice and water them again".
And finally, to everyone at work, Fuck You. Stop asking me if I have a problem. I have a fucking problem, stop bothering me about it. Seriously, is it only a handful of people in this world that can tell when someone wants you to leave them alone, and will actually leave them alone?