lewd, subtoot?
would love to just lazily throw my clothes off, flop into my chair, and tell my pet to get to work...~
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alright enough ranting, just providing a small bit of insight as to why i bitch about work so much.
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better than the fucking pepsi drivers that know better and leave my cooler a goddamn mess instead of putting their shit on their shelf where it belongs.
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one of the drivers for our delivery was being trained and not only was the truck late, but he brought an entire section of the order to the wrong part of the store, so i had to lug all that heavy shit across the entire store zzzzz
oh well i cant really be too upset if the guy is new. just. excessive amounts of physical exertion suck oof.
work complaining
on a slightly unrelated note, if this truck doesnt get here soon my night is very quickly gonna become not okay. which sucks because it started okay.
complaining about neighbors, drugs
(not talking about weed either. weed isn't drugs. cocaine and crystal meth however uhhhhh yeah.)