Anyone else have days where you need to scream
IM JUST. THE FUCKING.
I have no control over:
-The thermostat (Do I look like I know wtf to do with those things ANYMORE than you do? No. leave me the fuck alone I have actual work I’m trying to do)
-The parking/parking lot (Do I look like I go outside and direct traffic in between taking care of all the more than capable adults in this building?) (Nor is it my fault they are repaving and you have to walk far. We are at a GYM for fucks sake)
-The weather (Duh?)
-The amount of ANYTHING (’We’re out of towels”- Yeah I know. I can’t make the laundry move any faster and y’’all blow through what I gave you in 3 seconds)
I swear to god I work with toddlers sometimes.