Today is one of those days.  I do not like my job.  And this makes me not like anything else. MJ and I had a long talk about this yesterday at lunch.  We both aren’t happy at work.  And, unfortunately, that makes us not happy in life.  The fact that either one of us would snap or get angry at our perfect four-legged friends just because they are happy to see us, is a pretty good example.

Ever since the NKOTB concert when I sent a “Selena por vida” text message to some random number in order to get my text to flash upon the screen amidst all the “WE LOVE YOU JOEY” messages fans were sending, I have gotten a random text on Friday afternoons asking me to make a prediction on something.  After about a couple months, I decided to store this phone number in my phone as “A$$holes”.  Because that’s what they were. 

Fast forward to today, when I am drowning in a pool of work, frustration is leaking out of my eyes and ears (I’ve flipped the bird to my computer screen three times and counting), I get another prediction text message from the a-holes.  This just about sets me over the edge.  So, I decide to respond to see what will happen.  I want to be unsubscribed from these mass texts, so I reply “QUIT F*CKING TEXTING ME”. 

Simple as that.  Two seconds later I get a response, “You have been unsubscribed from Predicto”.

Finally, a break.

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