Today has been exceedingly unpleasent. I hate Work Sam. She pisses me off and i want to beat her up. She's annoyingly polite and almost squeaky. Because of Work Sam, when i don't hear someone, i don't say "What??" I say "Pardon me?" or even "I beg your pardon?" *shudders* and occasionally answer my home phone with "Sackville Sports Stadium, how may
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