Anyone who knows me or has read this blog for more than five minutes knows I can't stand forced socialization. It feels so phony and useless. Yesterday was "June Baby Cake Time". Okay, maybe that wasn't quite the official name, but it's close enough. They bring in a cake the size of a small country then force everyone into a conference room to sing to people. No thank you. After it was over I asked the office slut, I mean manager, to please make sure my name is not on the list for July and to not publicly acknowledge my birthday. She didn't seem too happy about that but agreed to my wishes.
I had a busy day at work, giant cake from hell withstanding, and the day kind of flew by. The only downside was the rain. What the fuck people? It's almost July. I shouldn't be scrambling to find a fucking umbrella because of the deluge going on outside. I am not exaggerating either, it was a deluge of water all fucking day. Luckily one of the girls had an extra umbrella in her desk.
Managed to get home only slightly soaked to a certified letter ticket on the door. From you know who. The good ol' IRS. They are redelivering Friday. Let's see how fucked this is going to be. Can they put me in jail? I don't know. But whatever. Take me away. At least then I would have a reason to put myself out of this fucking misery.
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