It's a simple request: suffer as much or more than I do. Don't tell me you're having a good day. Don't tell me to cheer up. I don't want to be happy today - I want you to be miserable.
I was not paid for 2 hours of work this month AND the office lady who is supposed to buy kitchen stuff had the nerve to say I didn't tell her to order more hot chocolate weeks ago. What kind of crap is that? This is me we're talking about. That hot chocolate box wasn't empty 5 minutes and I was in her office with the news. Lunatics. I work with lunatics.
However, Michele is brilliant. Misabelchela for a baby name? It made me laugh. I enjoyed the laugh. And because of her brilliance, I've fixed the settings and you should all be able to post comments. If you irritate me, though, I will block you all and you can suffer my rantings in silence, festering inside until your ass twitches!
2 comments:
i really put a lot of work into misabelchela, so i'm glad you liked it.
i quit a job today! so i'm pretty happy! your evil eye slides right off me and my unimpedible ability to comment on your blog!
argh! i quit a job today! i'm so poor! i'll never get to go to spain! or buy more books! argh argh argh!
(miserable enough for you?)
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