Normally this would be where I’d ask you to remind me of the many many complaints I’ve launched in previous years with regards to the May Fair in all its (HA!) glory.
But surprisingly enough…it’s been an easygoing, mellow time this year. Seriously. I almost feel like I’m not properly earning my paycheck. Which is ridiculous because it’s still a fair amount of manual labor and perpetual dirtiness and coexisting with a lot of self-righteous cocksuckers. But it’s not so much with the cocksuckers this year…that’s probably making all the difference in the world. Egos have been checked apparently, because the usual sources of constant anal irritation are soft as kitten fur this time around. Don’t worry…not lulling myself into a false sense of anything.
I am, however, enjoying the fuck out of it.
Unbelievably enough, I have not received a single phone call from work this week. Either the office has burst into flames and nobody lived to tell the tale, or people are actually doing the jobs they were hired to do. I’m not holding my breath, but I’ll at least give them the benefit of the doubt.
I know you’re all like “Daaaaaaamn!” and I’m like “Mmmhmmm…” and you’re like “Oh no you di’nt” and I’m all “I SO did.”
That’s how much I love my job and my coworkers. Bless.