I have already admitted to myself and everyone that I am a hateful kinda person, so if anyone reads this, they can save their time discovering it :)
Today was my second day at work. Yesterday was obviously first, and I came home and got down with a fuckin fever. Ofcourse, well wishers recommended a doctor, which would've been a tremendous waste of time and money. I am pretty sure that I have already had the same exact symptoms a  thousand times before, so its not like all of a sudden I started developing some rare crap that would get me into Guinness book of shit. Yeah, its a flu...a fever and body ache. So, I sucked it up and went to work, pumping myself with Asspirin. But, sitting in my own personal hell at the computer, with body turning to vegetable jello, wasn't nearly as bad as...listening to two horrid middleaged bitches talk...no, SHOUT...to each other from their troths. One was actually only 2 years older than me, but she smelled like personal problems with men and ignorance (yes, I WILL hate you if you don't know what an orchid is), so...lets be fair here. The convos rotated around loud announcements like "I hate you if you don't bring me popcorn, my booty needs that popcorn!" (trust me, it DOESNT), playfully insulting the boss in a loud voice, etc.  I am perfectly capable of hating a person if I don't like their manners or voice. I know, maybe its a flaw of some sort, but I can't help it, now can I? I was sweating, I was being dizzy, and I subjected myself to gallons of verbal diarrhea. At some point the older pig swore about something very loudly, and then in an equally ear drum shattering voice apologized for corrupting me. laughing. No worries, I've heard those words before, and I am silently applying them to you in my head. Thank Geebus this is my last week working in the morning, and I can get back to working the night shift.