Dear Work,
Fuck you too.
*gives finger*
~Megan
I so should make myself pack =_= So. Fucking. Tired.
Overtime for my company is basically illegal, or they wish it was. Twice now I've stayed over because the firm decides to fucking gangbang us. We're short by like 2 people any given day, until today we were down 2 out of 4 copiers, and there's so much fucking work waiting to do tomorrow - before we get slammed with the stuff that'll come in through the course of the day - that I want to weep.
This so entirely calls for a beeror six and I'm going to sit and write SOMETHING GODDAMMIT I JUST WANT TO WRITE IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? Of course lately I've been hearing so much about this or that person getting published and I read all the submission guidelines and I'm always missing this or that or something and argh -__-
Still need to pimp and show off and squee so many things. I apologize for slacking, my lovelies.
Ugh ugh ugh.
Fuck you too.
*gives finger*
~Megan
I so should make myself pack =_= So. Fucking. Tired.
Overtime for my company is basically illegal, or they wish it was. Twice now I've stayed over because the firm decides to fucking gangbang us. We're short by like 2 people any given day, until today we were down 2 out of 4 copiers, and there's so much fucking work waiting to do tomorrow - before we get slammed with the stuff that'll come in through the course of the day - that I want to weep.
This so entirely calls for a beer
Still need to pimp and show off and squee so many things. I apologize for slacking, my lovelies.
Ugh ugh ugh.