I PUT TO YOU A ?

Really... is it VERY surprising that I'm itching to throw down my pseudo-gloves and run screaming from this place, to wherever will hire my ass?

It's almost 8. And I'm spending my time, WAITING, waiting I tell you, for a minute with boss. He says we'd be done at 830pm. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

He talks. And talks. And just won't stop tawking.

I rot.