Okay, I get back from Vegas and annoying fucking customer and as soon as I get home and turn my phone back on... This one well-paying but alcoholic customer has texted me about when are we gonna get together and... shortly thereafter... I guess I hadn't written back soon enough, he starts telling me that, Well, he hopes we can be friends anyways and he's sorry I'm upset that he has kids but they are his life, yadda yadda yadda. I'm like, dude... ARGH! WTF, I don't need your stress, asshole!
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