(so I was going to superimpose a picture of my hand covered in numbers (102.00 with a question mark beside it, just above the 102.00 is 100.02 but it is scratched out, below that mess is a really big 99.02 and below that reads 49 where i've inserted an insert carrot which reads or in the open part of the carrot mark, but instead you'll have to settle for the janky paint version since my card reader isn't working and my mom's computer is on the fritz...also, the camera took lousy pictures...so there you go)
Alright, today I was assaulted by numbers, as I was saying. Let's talk about how I get all hyperventilated when I can't get an accounting worksheet to balance and people are yelling at me through a 12 inch by 4 inch hole in the wall about how they need some more nickels and about how my manager keeps banging on the door telling me to hurry the hell up so that I can clock out because I'm on overtime. Yea...I need a beer...or a Xanax...or maybe a nap and a piece of chicken. I don't know...but first, I'm washing this shit off my hand.
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