Driving to work last night, road raging on asshats driving 15 in a 45 roads were not slick. One pulls out on 45mph road and continues to hold a steady 10mph. I can't do this chit. Laying on the horn, flashing lights, will not speed up. Somehow the stars aligned that I would become ill on my drive to work, and this jackhole pulls into a left turn lane at a stoplight with me to the right. Rolled window down just in time to projectile vomit on their windshield (and all over my mirror and side of truck, but that wasn't as gratifying)
Rest of my night at work was pretty miserable. Finally quit puking and squirting around 130. Trusted a fart at 4 and won. Feel mostly normal again now save for scratchy throat. Got an earful from management about coming in sick, but I was one of two, of the 6 scheduled, that showed up for work, so dunno what the F they want. I've never called off without at least 12hr notice in 10 years. Haven't missed a day in 6 years. Not gonna start being one of those jackholes now.
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