Okay, so, at work they give you these big fucking calendar things for you to keep track of events. Except who the fuck needs one of those in a fucking office? I don't need a goddamn planner, I file shit. Monday: file shit. Tuesday: file shit. Wednesday: file shit. I think you see where this is going.
So I decided to spice things up by putting the fact that I was having a party on the thing. I wrote this down on Friday:
So then I walk in on Monday and find this:
Obviously, I cannot let this pass. So I respond:
You know I'm probably going to be fired.
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