So last week I was house manager with Dan.
My fifth week as house manager, and it was my worst.
Firstly, because Dan takes absolutely no initiative for anything.
He`s always asking me what to do, it`s ridiculous.
Stop bothering me! Ahhh!
Secondly, because people like bitching and complaining about a lot of things.
Especially a certain someone who thinks that just because snacks aren`t laid out on a silver platter for him (when he gets home starving because he was too lazy to pack himself a lunch), there is no food to eat.
Apparently, people also don`t like to eat whole carrots. They must be chopped into bite size pieces.
AAAAAAGH.
I am also proceeding with my coping mechanism to deal with whom I believe is one of the biggest assholes I have ever met.
Harsh words, I know, but really, I think it`s true.
Bahahaha you better get your filthy hands off my desert!
3 comments:
Hah, caught at last. You spelt dessert wrong. Unless you really did mean desert, as in Sahara...which would be interesting because you're in Quebec...
Sorry child, I am in fact referring to a real desert, as in Pink Floyd`s desert, found in the song ``Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert``, from The Final Cut.
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