Just come back from the city, and find an e-mail sayin' somethin' else came in I have to sign. Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
On the other hand, both my mentor and the mullethead ORDERED me to not touch the house. They were gonna do everythin' when I was gone, and those two together would do the shoppin' later today; so I wouldn't have to deal with it. All I had to do was pick some food on the way home. They also promised to do an uber good job on the house that was up to my 'nit picky bitch' standards, which meant they'd do extra.
OK. I could live with that. It would only be this once, and no I did NOT feel guilty.
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