When people who don’t do my job on a daily basis try to tell me how to do it? I get angry.

Today? I was just tired. I gave up arguing.

I almost walked off. I just gave my headset to another coworker told her good luck and went downstairs.

“Oh Becky you’re not having your iced coffee?”

No I want to get out of here so I don’t have to throat punch people!

Luckily I am on my break.

Fucking hell!

3 thoughts on “ON MY LAST NERVE!

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