I dread work.

I absoloutely dread work.

Funny, how these things happen.

But I dread it. I really, really do.

There's a heart clutching, gut grinding fear.

I don't want to go to work.

I just don't.

I don't want to be there.

I don't want to deal with my boss.

I don't want to get reamed for a simple mistake.

I don't want to be expected to put out $20/h work for fucking minimun wage.

I'm tired.

I wish my boss would start liking himself, because he always seems to bitter and cynical with everything.

I.

Don't.

Want.

To.

Go.

To.

Work.

.

Rosie.

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