I was planning to write about my favorite space gay boys (Poe Dameron and Finn. Fite me.) but as usual the Hell House stifled my writing ability. Namely the land lady I will now dub the crypt keeper.
For some reason she is unable to consider using my phone to leave messages. Instead she finds it much more productive to use my mother as the messenger for her passive aggressive notifications.
Yesterday while I cleaned in my room and watched the snow fall Mom reluctantly carried the message to let me know I was to partake in snow removal today. Annoying because I planned to anyway
More annoying because apparently she had a specific time in her mind of when I was supposed to rise to help. She did not share this information.
... And from there the work day sucked so my motivation is gone. I resent my job. I resent my boss. I resent the lack of other available jobs. Theres a time share or resort or something hiring. Slight reduction in pay but standard schedule and way into the idea of land based.
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