I don't really have much to write about today. I just feel kinda tired and empty of ideas. Nothing other than work and normal life has happened. More work than regular life, which makes me cranky.
So I will just write about work I guess.
Specifically, how much I fucking hate cigarette smoke. And it is EVERYWHERE here. About 75% of the staff here smokes (not an exaggeration) so around every entrance and exit there is an acrid, disgusting, choking haze that I try to run through as quickly as possible.
|Not cool guys. Where's the goddamn door?|
|The hall of smokey death.|
|Like in a box, that is inside another box, that is also inside a closet.|
|I don't know who they are, but if I catch them I am going to beat them with a wet pool noodle.|
Because it hurts like hell, but I wouldn't actually be sent to prison for it.
|Did someone just take a dump in an ashtray...? Oh, nope. It's just you.|
|There is a lung in my motherfucking food. DAMMIT JERRY, cover your damn mouth.|