Learning to Fly

There comes a time when I must simply STOP correcting other people’s fuck-ups.

Fuck-up once and I fix it, that’s fine. Fuck-up too many times, and I’m starting to wonder how old you really are. Especially when I have to fix your personal fuck-ups.

Excuse me, but who do you think I am? Your personal shrink? You don’t fucking pay me enough to fix your fuck-ups, let alone mend your sordid personal affairs.


Posted on February 15, 2009, in Work, Yuck. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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