Two full-time jobs were what it took to make ends meet until I got promoted. Now I just work 50 hours a week and I still barely squeak by.
Now that I'm almost thirty people are finally starting to accept what I've been saying for the last decade.
Thanks for letting me vent.
To the person that hit my car while I was at work today and didn't leave a note, I'll probably never find you.
But if I do, I'm gonna stake you out in the woods, naked, covered in honey, next to an ant hill.