Today I acted like an ass to my mother. She didn't do anything to deserve my fury or resentment, except perpetually throwing my slippers to the bottom of our dirty laundry basket while cleaning the house and I ended up looking for them all the time. That did tipped me over the edge of my restraints.
I've been sitting on hot coals the whole day. Customers' complaints. Always complaints. Damn these perfectionists. They want to pay little, but expect us to work like a bull. Not even a minuscule mistake is allowed. Believe me, I did do my very best at work. I hate to be complained, thus I check the goods with extra care before handing them over to be delivered. But you see, trust the customers to spot these microscopic faulties without the employ of a microscope. Apparently, my effort is not good enough for them. I'm really really sick of these so-called perfectionists. Nothing could ever satisfy them. Damn you!!!
Tons of works. Little money. Loads of complaints. That pretty much sums up my EXCITING life.
Screw it.
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