Today is not the day for anyone to tell me how 'tired' they are...especially childless* managers whose most taxing effort in the last 24 hours has been going to the gym while *gasp* congested. I've been sick going on to four weeks now, I have been working an average of ten hours a day, EVERY fucking day, for that same time period, and I have a sick kid who unfortunately gets hit badly with his congestion around 2AM-4AM each night, which is pretty much the only time in the 24 hour cycle I normally sleep for more than half an hour straight. Guess how tired I am, moron?
Do not complain to me, do not whine to me, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME TODAY.
* I almost never pull the "you have no idea how easy you have it, without a kid" argument, because it is the lamest and most pathetic one--plus, no one forced us breeders to go and multiply, you know? But, man, if anyone deserves that particular slap upside the head, it's my so -called manager.
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Thank god for Lordi on a day like this. Awesomely bad is the only thing I can handle.
