sartorius

it's a damn good thing i decided to wear my new flower sandals today; if otherwise, i wouldn't have had any reason to feel like i'm all that and a bag of chips. fucking miss demento (and her pet rat) twisted her panties so much that she now feels it imperative to get a time in-out machine and make us clock our times. that's just fucking insulting. and what the fuck? just because i sit in the front does not make my work area in any way a place to stick all your excess machinery crap. i will not sit here listening to that damn thing click every fucking minute, giving me a headache and pissing me off so much that i'm getting nauseous right now. seriously, this is just fucking wrong.

and it makes me snigger on to no end that after all the stupid consumer mistakes she's made over the past two years i've known her she still doesn't learn: a penny paid is a penny's worth. dumbass.

i need to go home and find my couch and pillow.