As Clint Eastwood would have said it "your ass is mine", mine really was my boss's today as she hosed me down with some choice words of pure malice which I didn't take to too kindly. Imagine your mother in a state of pure agitation and amp that up by a factor of ten. You'll then get my boss's mood today after further finding out that answer to the power of ten.
Me being me, I didn't give up without firing a few parting shots back over her bow. What a bitch. I'm not making it up. I mean REALLY bitchy. And to top it all off, it wasn't even my fault, I promise faithfully.
Worked two jobs today back to back - TCC in the afternoon and 7-Eleven in the night. Totally exhausted. Gonna go read my Top Gear magazine now. My only retreat for now. My sole solace.
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