What a day. i wake at 5:30am to my cat, Dug, coughing up blood on my bed. I just got him from the Inhumane Society. Can't be late for work, so I had to deal with him later.I get to work and it's the same old bullshit from the hispanic employees, "I won't do that, I need more money, I'll ignore my bosses and lie to them." I swear to god that they are the greediest bunch I've ever come in contact with. Although the americans at my job aren't any better by any means. I mean we have a 30ish male that has a couple kids, a huge dope problem and refuses to work past 2:00, and skips part of his job in the process of getting off early every fucking day. What the fuck ever happened to hard working people. So by the time 9:00 rolls around I'm already dejected with the whole day. I get home and call the humane society, the lady tells me she can't give me anymore meds for Dug, I flip out, she get attitude and says she'll talk to her manager or whatever the fuck they have there, and call me back. She does and lo and behold she was wrong (of course she was) and tells me to come on down. On my way down, I notice how bad everyone drives (slow in the fast lane, not knowing how to merge, braking for no fucking reason). I get to the humane society and I end up sitting there for an hour waiting for the fucking meds that were supposed to be ready in 15 minutes. I finally get back to my home and.....
zyqnine:
and??? whats the conclusion?!