Friday, September 19, 2014

My last

day here?

I don't wanna work it.
Feel like I deserve that.

My lil part of the fairy-tale.
 Right?
Just don't wanna.
Wanna be rested.
Wanna be prepared mentally and physically for wats about to take place.
Wanna look and feel as good as I ever have.
It's what you deserve.

I don't wanna work it.
Already told Chad.
He understands.

Now days?
Our Holiday Pay?
Calculated as a performance bonus.
Taxed at a higher rate.
Saves New Age money.
What kind of fucks are so cheap that they try and take $6 out of your Holiday pay?
I've fucking had it here.
Can't take it.

Pointless to try and do a good job.

Love you.
Peace.

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