YOU, THIEF. ME, HUNGRY AND MAD.
OK, so I didn’t bring a Hot Pocket, but somebody did steal my lunch today.
Yep, some cocksucker looked into the fridge at my cold 6-inch sub, which I had to get on sale, and said “Fuck you, sandwich owner, you’re probably fat anyways.”
So I’m a little pissy today. This has happened to me before, and I am amazed that as the person on my floor who makes the LEAST amount of money, somebody could choose to rip me off multiple times. What great luck I have.
What the sandwich-thief doesn’t know, though, is that I’m the most unstable bitch in this building, and I WILL post a passive-aggressive note calling them out in front of everybody. Other people may have an interest in being nice and keeping their job, but I’ve got nothing to lose, and I ain’t playin’.
