It to My
|by Gina Churchill
|by Rick Manning
Post Chattanooga Reporter
||With the economy the way it is these days, it can be hard to make ends meet.
Cost of living is higher than ever and wages aren't keeping up with inflation.
To make matters worse, many employers are cutting hours and salaries to lower their bottom lines.
That's why it really chaps my ass to have soccer-mom secretaries from two-income households hit me up for their kids' stupid school fundraisers.
I don't care about little Suzy or Billy's walkathon or bake sale.
No, I don't want to buy a $23 pie or $17 cookies.
I love having a veteran reporter who makes almost twice what I do ask if I care about his kid's next fieldtrip.
You know what I care about more?
EATING NEXT WEEK!
Some of us know what it's like to starve on the streets, selling your body to smelly tourists for unspeakable depravities, and,
DAMMIT, I'M NEVER GOING BACK!
FUCK YOUR COOKIES!
What the fuck?!
She stapled it to my face!
Why the fuck did she staple the walkathon form to my forehead?
I was just asking if she'd help sponsor Suzy's bandcamp.
It's just five dollars.
Why didn't she just say "no"?
What's wrong with "no"?
God, this hurts!
Does anyone have a staple remover?
Ow ow ow ow ow-
Fuck this shit.
I'm going to human resourses.
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