New rule. If you EVER want to complain to me about your job, you better have worked either a 15 hour day, 54 hours in four days, or 70 hours in six days, or have a job where you do something gross like shovel poop, or I will laugh in your face and call you a wuss and probably not like you very much anymore. At all.
Please excuse the following part of this post…it’s just me ranting (being totally irrational and letting out random emotions…as in…don’t bother trying to rationalize with me).
I HAAAATE WORK WITH A PASSION AND NEVER EVER EVER WANT TO GO BACK AGAIN!! I WOULD RATHER LIE ON A BED OF NEEDLES FOR 320487 HOURS AND THEN GET SHOT IN THE LEG WITH A SHOTGUN MULTIPLE TIMES WHILE HAVING MY EAR LOBES BITTEN OFF BY POISONOUS COBRAS AND MY FINGERTIPS BEING GNARLED ON BY RODENTS OF UNUSUAL SIZE!! AND THEN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!! THREE TIMES!!!!!!!!!
Four days have never seemed like such a long time.
Rather be shot with a shotgun and have your ear lobes bitten off?
No, you wouldn’t.
Four days! Hooah!