i hate my job

I HATE .
is sen fucking unbelievable.
NI try to sum it up by first telling yew about the folks I work
with:
First, there is this supermodel wannabee chick. Yeah, akay,
she is pretty hat, but damn is she completely useless. The
girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting an makeup. She
is extremely and has never considered
the needs er wants of aniline but herself. She is as dumb
as a bus: at racks, and I still find it surprising that she has
enough brain power tta continue tta breathe.
The next chick is completely the oppisite. She might even
be brie bl’ the smartest pennie an the planet. Her career
are endless, and yet she is here with us. She
is a are an a scale pl 1 to 10. Pm naat sure she even
shame's, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she
might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the
hardware store, she means like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has gaat tn be the fucking sterner.
And this guy is mere than just yam average pithead. In
fact, he is baked before he Comes to work, during weak,
and I' m sure after weak. He pobably hasn' t been saber
anytime in the last ten years, and he' s only 22. He dresses
like a beatnik throwback the 1960' s, and tn make
things wane, he brings his big fucking . Every
fucking day I have tn leak at this huge Creat Dane walk
around tram the sanke. Hell,
sometimes I even think it' s trying tta talk with its cardstand
beaming. Aim, both bf them are constantly hungry,
requiring multiple stops ta and Burger King,
every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fur: btards around in my van and we
salve mysteries and shit.
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