I really wasn't feeling too good. I woke up feeling kinda stiff and cranky, so I popped some arthritis medicine and passed back out. I thought I didn't have to go into the tax office today, but then I get a text message asking for me to go in from 5-9, which I don't mind. Although the manager (which I was supposed to be, that's another whole kettle of fish, I won't go into it here) was supposed to call me and tell me of the new schedule we have in place.
I'm not going to say anything or do anything. As long as I'm fucking paid, I don't give a good gotdamn. I can't be pissed about things that I can't control and I refuse to.
I'm thinking of leaving Aflac and head to greener pastures, I feel I gave it my all and those folks just right pissed me off. That's for another blog.
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