Today, I had to go into work, in the pouring snow (does snow pour?) and do stupid tax work. In the pouring snow. Without being paid overtime.
CAN WE SAY ILLEGAL? CAN WE SAY NOT FAIR?
Now, I feel as if it is a weekday and tomorrow will be Saturday. And the coming week will be messed up dreadfully. My internal clock has been shaken and unplugged. I am confused. Do I want children? Now? Never? Later?
Don't make me work on weekends. It produces thoughts of children, and I can assure you my offspring will terrorize the HELL out of you. Guareented or your money back.
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