Xpression.v2

Yes, it is.

I’m working 39 hours this week. That’s not an absurdly high number except for the fact that it’s 39 hours spent with customers while trying to fix the mistakes of fellow co-workers. Today, alone, I had to work a couple of minutes on my lunch break to clear up someone else’s fiasco. If you don’t hear much from me, it’s because I’m dead, a customer is dead and I’m in jail, or I just don’t want to talk to anyone.

Oh, and for anyone who doesn’t know and continues to mention it, I’m no longer talking to Maria. Haven’t been talking for a few weeks now and I don’t see it changing, so no, nothing has changed with us and no she won’t want to tag along with us.

I’m Mr. Happy…..fuck you, I really am. No really. Ok, fine…

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