Woah,
so lastnight at work was an adventure. When the dishwasher asked me to help him take out his garbage I accidentally threw his garbage container down the chute. (There are these giant garbage chutes leading to bins outside the building.) I tried to use a tool to pull it out but I couldn't get it. Then he tried to use something to pull it out with similar results except he drops the tool in. Then he climbs in and as soon as his feet are in he slides down it like some kind of filthy snot-slide and lands on his ass at the bottom. Then I pulled him out.
Everybody was really mad at me, like I made him try to climb down the chute to get stuff out. Nobody asked him how he got out and nobody knew.
So then I had a headache and I acted really immature. I wanted something I couldn't have. So I threw it towards the nearest table and landed on the floor. I didn't want to pick it up just because someone asked me too (really immature, I know) and she said she was never going to talk to me ever again. Which didn't really strike me as all that tragic, it's not like we ever had any quality conversations. She's mostly just really hot and expects you to do a lot of things for her without doing anything for me. There's things that I usually do to try to be helpful, for example, that, because she's new, assumes these extra duties that I take on are required aspects of my job. They're not. And then she's always having me do other little things for her. I don't think it's right that my being in a bad mood once out weighs all the times I was really helpful to her, but I'm not going to worry about it. I think I'll be better off and happier.
so lastnight at work was an adventure. When the dishwasher asked me to help him take out his garbage I accidentally threw his garbage container down the chute. (There are these giant garbage chutes leading to bins outside the building.) I tried to use a tool to pull it out but I couldn't get it. Then he tried to use something to pull it out with similar results except he drops the tool in. Then he climbs in and as soon as his feet are in he slides down it like some kind of filthy snot-slide and lands on his ass at the bottom. Then I pulled him out.
Everybody was really mad at me, like I made him try to climb down the chute to get stuff out. Nobody asked him how he got out and nobody knew.
So then I had a headache and I acted really immature. I wanted something I couldn't have. So I threw it towards the nearest table and landed on the floor. I didn't want to pick it up just because someone asked me too (really immature, I know) and she said she was never going to talk to me ever again. Which didn't really strike me as all that tragic, it's not like we ever had any quality conversations. She's mostly just really hot and expects you to do a lot of things for her without doing anything for me. There's things that I usually do to try to be helpful, for example, that, because she's new, assumes these extra duties that I take on are required aspects of my job. They're not. And then she's always having me do other little things for her. I don't think it's right that my being in a bad mood once out weighs all the times I was really helpful to her, but I'm not going to worry about it. I think I'll be better off and happier.