Coming Apart at the Seams
I'm too poor to ride my bike. It takes energy which translates into calories which translate into money, which I don't have. And then they keep slashing my hours until I have no choice but to work on my niece's 40th birthday and miss that important milestone even though we have an agreement that I don't work on fucking Sundays. I'm super pissed. And sad and angry. Super.
I'm too poor to ride my bike. It takes energy which translates into calories which translate into money, which I don't have. And then they keep slashing my hours until I have no choice but to work on my niece's 40th birthday and miss that important milestone even though we have an agreement that I d...