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If I Look Hard Enough

Maybe I'll see some fireworks whilst I'm slaving away at work tonight. Most people think we're closed for the 4th but no, I'm working 'til midnight so believe me, we're open.

I knew it would happen. Work just called seeing if I would come in early, 3 hours early. I'm a sucker for money so of course I said yes. This may backfire on me since the biggest dipshit that works there is working tonight as well. Yay, I get to listen to whining and complaining. Wait. That's what I'm doing right now. Ah but wait, I can do that cause I say so. He just needs shut his pie hole.

Ya know, I just read that above and wow, I'm a tad bitter. Hmm. Wish me luck

Have a great 4th of July if you celebrate!

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Les Becker said…
Aw, that sucks. I'll drink a beer for ya, how's that? Toast #1; to Trish for having to put up with The Whiner. Toast #2; to The Whiner, with derisive laughter.

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