12-18-2009, 07:59 AM
Hate: I have a job in a nearby town to fix some dickhead's Internet. No one was there when I got there, so I drove home (it's a half hour trip). Get a phone call from the boss of the business just as I'm back in town (half an hour to go before the weekend starts.) She says she needs the Internet desperately and wants me to do weekend work. HALF AN HOUR before the week's up, here I am thinking I can actually sleep in on Saturday and help out a mate with his yard. BUT NO. I HAVE TO FIX FUCKING COMPUTERS. How could she not see how imposing that was? Fuck, just because I work on computers doesn't mean I don't have a life outside of them.


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