Monday, September 28, 2009


I complained last night about my last week of work being awful. And it was, it was horrid.

This morning I walked into my building to find out the water heater on the third floor broke/exploded/committed suicide last night, and there was water everywhere. Our lab, which is a clean room, is useless. One of the upstairs offices looks like Mike Holmes took a sledgehammer to it and then left.

So, my job description now involves simply cleaning. A lot of cleaning. And repairing. And praying.

Mother. Mother fuck.



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