Back Upstairs

Well, after two weeks of working in my warehouse office, I am back upstairs with all of God’s mistakes.  It’s only 8:07 and John is already rubbing his face in Steve’s ass.  I’m ready to get out of here already.  Why are Mondays always like this?

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