NOTHING goes right. Not even walking to the bus stop. Got my bloody heels stuck in crevices twice in the morning. Once - falling into the gap between the lift and the landing. Like, how narrow is that gap. Damn it…And having constipation, again. Shitting becomes a painful pleasure.
I want a new job for Christmas. Or better, a new boss and better pay. That’ll suffice.
I want a new job for Christmas. Or better, a new boss and better pay. That’ll suffice.
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