I officially hate old people.
Well, it’s true. I have had my fair share of septagenarians for one lifetime, thanks bunches. My place of employment is offering a really good rate for CD’s and it seems that every grumpy, old and ignorant arthritic asshole has come to visit in the past week. Old people, not that you’re going to be on the internet because, ya know, you’re old, but listen up anyway:
DIE!
Harsh? Spend a week working with me and then tell me what’s harsh. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have met some truly wonderful people this week. It’s the memory of the truly mental that stand out though. Like the one who said that she hoped that we all died and then condemned us to hell. No, I’m not joking.
There’s so much more that I could shed some light on, but I’m afraid I have to get ready to go work. YAY!
