When I asked/sent a text message to that smoker at work which address (Bill To or Ship To) to send the refund checks, she got loud/frustrated at me.
I got pissed that she talked down at me. I mumbled under my breath that I’m outta here. At 1150, I was so infuriated that I bolted from my chair and took an early lunch.
After five minutes of warming up my Nutrisystem cup of plastic foodstuff, I sat down and I noticed the tall business owner “pretending” to dispense cold water.
I was freaking hungry too and carefully used my left peripheral vision to catch him barely looking right into my direction. He’d probably wondering WTF is wrong with my bad attitude. It’s the cameras overhead. There are two and none can escape notice! Ugh!
Listen, idiots! I’m in my fifties and I don’t care about your rules, regulations, procedures, processes, laws, directives, policies, and basically authority. Y’all are riding on my last nerves! I’ve got low blood sugar! Sheesh!
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