Tick...tick...tick...

Yeah, you know what that is. Its the clock you keep looking at bc you can't wait to get the hell outta work and start your weekend. 3:12...3:13...3:14... You're counting down that last miserable half hour until u break-out to freedommmmmmmm!!! Shots, par-tayyy, sleeeeeeep..... Whatever floats your tug boat.  But then you hear them. That one person u dread seeing most. Not necessarily bc u hate them (hate is such a strongword) but that u will NEVER understand their M.O. The person that just makes you wish u can choke out and no, it's not your boss or the hot mail guy but THEM, the office snitch-rat-mole-kiss ass, etc... That one person that has a patch of brown permanantly stuck on their nose. 

Now, they know DAMN WELL that they never walk their Pach gang member ass down to your end of the cellblock. But everyday, b4 they leave 15 minutes early mind u, they come down your end. Why the fuck is that necessary!??? Pls, someone explain it to me?! I just wanna get the fuck outta here today! I have a bottle of Patrón waiting for me and an ass to shake this weekend! Why waste precious time waddling over to my end, looking at me in my cell doing squats (by the way, 2 reps of 10 is enough to get the blood flowing. No, you will not get that JLo booty and yes, ur cankles will still b there but fuck man! This is just your 1st week, jailbird....sheesh) like, you're not working... Rat bitch, neither r u!!! I wanna say, "it takes u 10 minutes to walk the 20 ft to my cell and ur supposed to leave everyday @ 3:30 but you don't. 3:14 is more to ur liking. Annnnnnnnnd, u think everyone doesn't notice that u do nothing but bs all day long" but no, u stay quiet n just look right back at them.

Get me a banana for them to slip on! Stay on ur end, mind ur fucking business and do some armlifts!!!!! Damn!!!!! Wheew!!! Ok, done complaining.... :) But they know who they are, and more importantly, YOU know who they r...

Enjoy ur wknd! I'm off till Tuesday!
A Cubicle Queen