See, I’m having a hard time caring about customers when I wake up every day praying I don’t have to be here and on the days that I miraculously don’t have to be here, my friends want to come her
I resist the urge to laugh in their faces. It’s much harder to resist the urge to burn it all. But I do my best.
Even though I’m filled with pain and agony every time I look at my resume and see what could have been an actual good career slowly shrivel and die so now I’m left working in this pit,...
wearing the Vest of Shame and hoping each day this place burns down or I am finally put out of my misery. You want to fire me? Please do. At this point, nothing would make me happier.
Which is sad, considering my lifelong dream is to have Superman’s powers. I think even that wouldn’t make me as happy as seeing this pit of human greed be sucked into a sinkhole...
