Especially when first thing in the morning everyone’s playing the finger pointing game. Looks like I’ll be the one left holding the ball and under the gun by the end of the day but fuck it, I can handle it. Yell all you want if it makes you feel better, there’s only so much work I can do in a day. That’s probably all I’m really able to say without possibly getting myself in even more trouble. Good times, good times.





