i’ve cleared out three of four in-trays today. i am a machine! a machine with sore wrists, but a machine nonetheless…
a machine which is going to break the fucking stick-sized bitch who just had the goddamned nerve to put work into one of my pristine trays. *sigh* i’m never going to get ahead.
here…I need these done by lunch. Thanks you’re a doll.
you and everyone else in the building.