Freaky Friday
Today is a rat-assed day. Cargo late due to communication breakdown, delivery dates screwed, customers fuming and ranting, principals stinking, boss’s head spinning, telephones ringing nonstop, Eunice bloated with bad gas because of all the pent up shit. That’s what happens when u go into war without ammunition (rather you have them taken away from you because customers are KINGS - *&^@#&^%!@!!! *yeah right*), being the frontline defense of your company. Imagine the purchasers losing their heads so much they tell to your face to shut up and at the same time, demand an answer as to why, why, why and you are trying your level best to provide them with exactly that. Like hellooooo…here are your answers - if only you’d stop snorting and roaring and howling the way you do for one goddamn second. I mean,cut me some slack eh?…honestly, what’s a conversation for if it has to be one sided good lord in heaven. Go speak to the moomoos and mekmeks and cawcaws out in the barnyard… I soooo give up. In retaliation I’m going to sit in the office and do nothing! Absolutely nothing at all. I’m going to sit here and remember to breathe and blink until it is time to leave. RAAAGGGHHHHH!!!! From the bottom of my sinking heart, thank God it’s Freaky Friday!!!!! >.<
