I Hate Nascar...
So, at about ten this morning, my cell phone rings, waking me up. I answer it and it's my boss. He says that the kid who was supposed to cover the Nascar race today called in at the last minute and said he decided he was going to his prom tonight, so I have to go in and cover for this little puke. I hate this kid... So much... I hope he gets fired... This was the one day of the week I had plans, and now they're all shot... I even had a date, but no, I have to work... I HATE NASCAR, and I HATE THAT KID!
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