I now recall why I left 9-to-5 for self-employment.
- Yell at alarm clock
- Yell at neighbours for using all the hot water before 6-fucking-30 AM already!
- Yell at coffee because it's too weak/too strong
- Yell at cat for getting in the way
- Yell at the toast for getting burnt
- Yell at stupid drivers who try to kill pedestrians for sport
- Sit in office wondering why the receptionist has such terrible taste in horrible radio-friendly crap fluff music
- Type type type talk talk talk e-mail e-mail e-mail fax fax fax
- Sit in office wondering why the receptionist has such terrible taste in horrible radio-friendly crap fluff music
- Yell at stupid drivers who try to kill pedestrians for sport
- Yell at washing machine for eating money
- Yell at single red sock that escaped the confines of the colours and took refuge in the whites, dying brand new work shirt pink (good thing I'm gay)
- Yell at food for burning and tasting like crap
- Go to bed
In other words, it was Monday. However, the advantage of sauntering non-chalantly though the workday while self-employed was submerged by the extreme financial instability. I'm just never satisfied.
