If I could have, I would have shut the alarm clock off, rolled over away from it, and gone back to sleep for the rest of the day.
Today I definately woke up on the wrong side.
Today I don’t care about anything I have to do.
Today I don’t care about what other people have to say about anything.
Today I have no patience to listen to the same crap spill out of the same mouths if they aren’t ever going to take advice and do something about it.
Today I am PISSED OFF that the weatherman can’t stick with one prediction, and that the radio says something different than what weather.com is saying.
Today I have absolutely. Had it. With those fuckers. On the highway. That cause traffic.
And today, I can’t STAND the people I work with. And that's who this is about, just so you know.
Stop it.
Stop going on about your problems day after day after day. Look. I told you what to do about it. If you’re not going to listen to me than stop complaining to me about it. If you insist on continuing to be stupid about everything, then go far, far away from me and be stupid.
Stop bothering me with the same set of instruction for the same task I’ve done everyday of my life here at this job. I know how to do it. Now get.
Stop telling me to not let the traffic bother me. I’ve been in it for 9 years as opposed to your measly 3. You are still a traffic virgin. It is BOTHERING me because there is no reason for it and there are too many people on the road and nobody knows how to fucking drive. They don’t remember how to accelerate, or break, or merge, or use turn signals, or to ignore any pretty flashy lights on the shoulder, or how to get over to their exit before its too late, and they don’t understand why it isn’t necessary to slow down to 20 miles below the speed limit because a cop is sitting on the side.
Stop ruining the whole pot of coffee by making it three times stronger than it needs to be. If you want expresso, go buy a cup.
Stop asking me 'how's it going', 'what's going on', 'how's everything' - you don't really care how I am so don't pretend to.
Stop playing the same freaking songs on this disgusting radio station. I could list all the songs they play on two hands.
Stop flushing the toilet before you sit down on it. Thats just stupid.
Stop telling me we’re going to win the lottery this time because we have over a hundred tickets. We never win.
Stop telling me you hope the day will go by quick, because it won’t and your only making it worse.
Stop telling us you have a medical problem and need to use the restroom every 30 minutes. You’re doing your make-up and fixing your hair - we see you - you’re wasting time and you know it.
Stop talking about breakfast sandwiches. I forgot my bagel stick on the counter at home, which is dog food by now. That’s just salt in the wound.
Stop it. Just stop it.
Okay. Now that I got it all out, although I’m sure I forgot some, I think I can start to feel better any minute now….
Anyyy minute now…
Mmm Hmm.
Today I definately woke up on the wrong side.
Today I don’t care about anything I have to do.
Today I don’t care about what other people have to say about anything.
Today I have no patience to listen to the same crap spill out of the same mouths if they aren’t ever going to take advice and do something about it.
Today I am PISSED OFF that the weatherman can’t stick with one prediction, and that the radio says something different than what weather.com is saying.
Today I have absolutely. Had it. With those fuckers. On the highway. That cause traffic.
And today, I can’t STAND the people I work with. And that's who this is about, just so you know.
Stop it.
Stop going on about your problems day after day after day. Look. I told you what to do about it. If you’re not going to listen to me than stop complaining to me about it. If you insist on continuing to be stupid about everything, then go far, far away from me and be stupid.
Stop bothering me with the same set of instruction for the same task I’ve done everyday of my life here at this job. I know how to do it. Now get.
Stop telling me to not let the traffic bother me. I’ve been in it for 9 years as opposed to your measly 3. You are still a traffic virgin. It is BOTHERING me because there is no reason for it and there are too many people on the road and nobody knows how to fucking drive. They don’t remember how to accelerate, or break, or merge, or use turn signals, or to ignore any pretty flashy lights on the shoulder, or how to get over to their exit before its too late, and they don’t understand why it isn’t necessary to slow down to 20 miles below the speed limit because a cop is sitting on the side.
Stop ruining the whole pot of coffee by making it three times stronger than it needs to be. If you want expresso, go buy a cup.
Stop asking me 'how's it going', 'what's going on', 'how's everything' - you don't really care how I am so don't pretend to.
Stop playing the same freaking songs on this disgusting radio station. I could list all the songs they play on two hands.
Stop flushing the toilet before you sit down on it. Thats just stupid.
Stop telling me we’re going to win the lottery this time because we have over a hundred tickets. We never win.
Stop telling me you hope the day will go by quick, because it won’t and your only making it worse.
Stop telling us you have a medical problem and need to use the restroom every 30 minutes. You’re doing your make-up and fixing your hair - we see you - you’re wasting time and you know it.
Stop talking about breakfast sandwiches. I forgot my bagel stick on the counter at home, which is dog food by now. That’s just salt in the wound.
Stop it. Just stop it.
Okay. Now that I got it all out, although I’m sure I forgot some, I think I can start to feel better any minute now….
Anyyy minute now…
Mmm Hmm.
posted by Sp00kalot at 10:01 AM
2 Comments:
So if I just say hello, will a brick suddenly come flying through my computer screen?
OMG, the traffic thing KILLS me. I am a "traffic virgin" too (not even 2 years experience) and I still don't have the patience for it. There is no reason to slow down just because there is a car accident in the median. YOU DON'T KNOW THOSE PEOPLE!
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