I Don’t Drink, But When I Taste Tequila…

I like to preface this post by saying, sorry, not finding a graphic to go along with this log of in-sane-ty because . . .

nothing–just because. . .

and I’m lazy and sleepy a$$ hell.

But, I’ve been listening to Dan + Shay, which = in my feelings.

Why?

I missed opportunities to post in April, though I had PLENTY of bullsh*t I could have spouted.

And.

I was on EDT yesterday, and I liked it (I could picture myself–sunglasses with no sun and blowing on an empty Starbucks cup [coffee is nasty] in two inches of snow–on that end of the Greenwich Mean), but it’s not as convenient or affordable as CDT–not car/parking friendly and you pay $4000 a month for 500 sq ft in a more than “sketchy” (sh*t, you “draw” the conclusion very fast that you wouldn’t be caught at 2:00 p.m. walking in the area let alone 2:00 a.m.) neighborhood.

And.

Humans, who I need to do important things for me, are being their usually incompetent, careless, dodgy, good-for-nothing piece of sh*t selves.

I mean, for once, can people stop making simple matters into complicated ones just to avoid doing REAL work?

If you don’t like your job, especially a customer service job, then quit. You don’t like answering questions? Well, damn, provide the right answers, solutions, and results from the start!

I watched “I Am Robot”, so I’m not for robots replacing humans in service jobs, but sometimes. . .

Situations can really drive people to the drink.

Too bad I don’t drink…

But when I taste tequila.

; )