Tim’s gone to class; Mark isn’t here cause he is trying to get a jump for his car; Amber and Paul are comming back later; the IT mob is suppose to come by later; UPS is still not here yet; the copier is jammed; the fax is going psycho; and I feel like shit.
And damnit, it is suppose to be sunny here at the warehouse. None of this gloomy, foggy, cold shit that they have at school.
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