Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

Work.

Am I wrong in thinking that whining should flat out not be allowed at work? 

Are we not old enough to express ourselves as professionals without dragging out every vowel sound like an effin' two-year-old on the potty?!

I don't give a crap if you're an only child, youngest child -- whatever. The fact of the matter is that at work, you're nobody's child. 

Why can't people act their age and use a proper, decent, non-nails-down-a-chalkboard voice to address other grown folk? Don't whine your requests to me, because I'm not going to respond. I'm just not. Report me for not completing something so I can FINALLY lay it out on the table:

I didn't respond to her because I didn't think I was working at a bloody daycare where I have to kowtow to every whimpering, weak-ass plea.

Am really, really sick of people playing the spoiled-child card and thinking that I'm just gonna go along with it.

Drivel.

High School Still Hasn't Ended