I think I had a bad day.
I say I think because after three glasses of sparkling wine on top of four percocets, I don't even remember what I did today.
Except whatever it was, it sucked.
Better living through chemistry.
But certainly not better recalling...
Anyway, I can recall enough to share that Ms Stink Ass didn't say a word about the note but I was informed that she was as rancid as usual today.
Happy happy joy joy.
So what I have been doing all week is moving people to different offices in order to accomodate one stinky old lady. Good thing my education dollar is getting good use.
I am going to pass out now. I did have a date but I didn't think I am particularly at my best tonight. You know you're better off at home when you think "if that fucking dipshit texts or calls one more time, I am going to shove the phone up his ass." Since I like him, I would probably dip it in a little olive oil first.
I am one hell of a nice person.
And go fuck yourself if you don't agree.