My brother-in-law would make a pretty bad manager. He's patronizing, talks down to people, and he always has to be right. Worst of all, he doesn't even realize it. I feel sorry for my niece, but she'll probably be the only one to find him funny. Ouch. I said some pretty harsh things. The truth ain't always clean. Like my bathroom.
When I woke up this morning, the first thing he does is ask me to clean the bathtub. I don't mind listening to a request, but he usually frames it in the most demeaning way possible.
"I just fixed the draining, but you'll have to do me favor and clean the bathtub, because it was your fault I have to fix the draining in the first place."
I'll let it slide. He rents out cars at the airport, so he has to deal with bad customers all the time. I'm sure it has destroyed his faith in humanity.
I spent the next couple hours polishing a rail for a sliding door. The calcium deposits are so embedded, I need a goddamn chisel to scrape it off.
I hate it when I have to do this kind of labor on my workout days. It means I get extra tired.
I played some Borderlands 2 with my friends. Unfortunately, it was just a threesome instead of a four-way. Our slackers ways persist even when we stay at home.
I watched several episodes of Yamada and The Seven Witches, which has pretty much cured me of my aversion of seeing two guys kiss. I'll probably won't mind as much if I see two dudes making out in front of me anymore.
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