This day isn’t starting right. The stupid fucking trunk-anal guard is back and he almost destroyed again Chai’s just-repaired trunk.
It didn’t stop there. Just as I got to my workstation my phone rang and it was a guy from local 3198 asking if this is “Heaven and Egg”. Now what the fuck was that? First, if he wants to get an outside line he should dial “9” first, and second, it’s “Heaven and Eggs” — with a fucking “s”.
If this all happened before ten in the morning, I don’t want to know how this day will unfold.