Dear Unnamed fuckface who threw his tray across the room and tried to play it of as an accident when he realized his favorite housekeeper was there,
you piss me off. Stop asking so many personal questions. Let me do my job and leave. It’s bad enough that I scrub toilets for a living. You really REALLY don’t have to make it any worse. I’m stressed enough without people like you making my job more difficult than necessary.
Sincerely,
Samantha. The very angry cleaning lady.
In other news, my head is pounding and I’m exhausted. I’ve been asking myself the same thing all day.
Do I really […]