It’s ‘that time of the month’ and I’m a raging bitch. Every time the phone rings I pick it up and yell, “What the fuck do you want?!?”
Well, I would if I felt like getting fired. I certainly don’t feel like working today but I sure don’t feel like getting fired, so instead I’ve answered the phone politely, as usual.
Thank god this day is nearly over. All I want to do is go home, sit on the sofa, watch The Biggest Loser and eat cake.
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