Called to order a donair from the pizza place, which was listed for $9.50. They wanted to charge me an extra three dollars for delivery because my order is under $10. Why not just add the extra 50 cents, then, to bump it up to 10 bucks? Why do you need three dollars more for nothing? Fuck you, you charletons! I don't like being nickelled and dimed and charged extra for nothing. Why not make the price of large donair 10 bucks, not 9.50? Then they want an extra dollar to use interac. It's 2019, everywhere has interac for free, dipwads. Welcome to the 21 century. I cancelled my order because I want a donair, not a head fuck! Also, I didn't like the tone of the asshole on the phone. Won't be calling you damn rip off artists again! Also your donair causes uncontrollable diarrhoea the next morning, so I'm doing myself a favor, actually.
—Shove it up your ass

It does not go unnoticed that you reward all the other employees for their work except for me. It does not go unnoticed that you schedule me in so that I can't attend meetings. Your tone of voice does not go unnoticed either. It appears you are jealous which is unfortunate because I don't have to work. I just wanted to make some friends but I will pass. And remember something: When I quit, you are going to have to serve me—and then I rate your performance.
—I am going to give you all ZEROS

There are no holidays in the stunted month.
Valentine’s is no day off.

Yes, August once had everything to give,
and wanted you to loll and live,
but the shortest month on paper
is the longest in its favour,
as it drives each human frailty to the wall;
and it freezes expectations, and it cancels
hope of Spring; it snows in every memory of Fall,
sweeping many a soul towards a dreaded end,
chilling the heart and chewing the head.

So weary, you cease to wonder
if it ever will be over. Still it insists
you bend to hear the tale it tells:

“And February is no man’s friend,
and February wants you dead.”

---not2tees