It really bothers me how every time there's something at or about my work that I want to finally get out and complain about, some new event or get-together or something else comes up that I want to do/have. So I hold my tongue in order not to ruin my chances of getting this thing.
The day I finally do get to complain I'll probably be so filled with pent-up rage somebody will be shot. Don't ask me where I'll find the gun though...
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3 comments:
two weeks.
or three.
had the same thing with my landlord, except I had no reason not to let him know of his horrid idiocy. When I moved out, I was gonna leave him a note with a list of simple reasons why he's a douche, but I didn't. found out later he has tourettes.
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