Fuck Bitches, Get Money

I’ve only been awake for 2 hours this morning and I already want to kill someone. I woke up extremely angry and it only got worse from there. I don’t know why I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but it did. Maybe I was mad about the fact that I was getting up 3 hours before my usual wake up time. (I love to sleep and I’m so not a morning person.)

My attitude continued to worsen as soon as I picked up my phone. I checked my email. No worries there, just stress. Then I check my text messages. I got this one from Juliet, “Love the St. Patty pictures. I was wondering if you could remove the restraint pictures though. Two co-workers send me a message saying they don’t think they are appropriate.” Now let me back up for just a moment. The pictures were posted to Facebook, which is how her co-workers saw them. Juliet is a nurse at a youth physic ward. The other person pictured in the photographs was Sunshine. She stole the restrains from work for sex purposes.

Now that this is all laid out my response to Juliet’s message was straight hatred. It wasn’t her that I was mad at by any means. She has every right to ask me to remove things that she doesn’t want up there. What I’m angry about is her co-workers. The things that Juliet does outside of work are separate from the things that she does at work. It’s called professional versus personal relations. Personally, I want to tell every last one of her co-workers to fuck off. This is Juliet’s life outside of work and she should not have to hide what she does in order to please others. Quiet frankly, the whole work/facebook situation is really fucking immature and needs to stop. As long as they aren’t doing anything illegal then it shouldn’t matter. Juliet should also probably consider blocking her work people from seeing her page if they are going to be cunts about it.

After receiving Juliet’s message I was fuming, clearly, but I did what she asked me to do. No need to create turmoil in our friendship over cunty workers. I got up and started getting ready for work. Washing my face, brushing my teeth. You know, the usual. I fed my animals, gave Lucy (my cat) her medicine for the morning, and started to put on my uniform for work. (I wear a military uniform to work.) Pants on, shirt on, ready to leave. That’s when it hit me. I don’t have my duty jacket because it’s at the dry cleaners which doesn’t open until 0830 and it’s a balmy 33 degrees outside this morning. Fuck. Shit. Damn it. Oh hell, I’ll just brave the cold. I don’t really have a choice.

Brave the cold I did. I sat in my truck for 5 minutes waiting for my windshield to clear so I could drive. I got to work, freezing, only to realize  that we were missing the TV for our event. Shit. Another thing overlooked, misplaced, and/or gone wrong. I quickly searched our office for our TV on wheels and had no luck finding it. Fuck it. It wasn’t necessary and I’d worry about my missing TV later.

I proceeded to my office. Upon unlocking it and walking in, it dawned on me that there is really too much shit in here. There are boxes everywhere from my secretary, to whom I hate with a passion. I made the decision then and there that I was going to move all the boxes today. My office is not a storage place. I booted up my computer, checked a few office things, then decided it was time to head back upstairs for the event. Only problem was that I also realized at this time that my cover (my hat) wasn’t in office, like I thought it was. I searched my office for a good 15 minutes. No luck. No cover, which means it’s at home. Son of a bitch. So I did the walk of shame through barracks, coverless. Big no-no in the military world.

I escaped briefly from work, with no duty jacket still, and went home to search for my cover. I found it within 30 seconds. It was on the microwave in plain sight. Good job Nelson. Really, stellar job. I picked up my cover to discover another stellar job. My netflix. Yes, my netflix dvd’s that I was suppose to drop in the mail yesterday morning. Completely baffled by my own stupidity at this point, I calmly picked them up and put them in the mailbox.

On the drive back to work, which takes all of 3 minutes, I got behind an idiot driver. No less, they were from Pennsylvania. I have a theory that the worst drivers of all time come from Florida and Pennsylvania. So here I am on the phone with Sunshine screaming my head off at the driver in front of me who can’t determine their head from a hole in the ground. Classic sight mind you.

At this point, the day is overrated. I want out. But on a side note, my day will get better at 1105 today because I will get to eye fuck Mr. Soup and Peace is buying me lunch. In the mean time, fuck bitches, get money.

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