So Homer is over his butthurt in a record two days. Yup, he is no longer determined to prove what a great and dedicated employee he is and content to go back to his slacker ways. By the time Thursday rolled in, he was brewing coffee, discussing the latest reality television show, and generally fucking off. Nice to know how resilient people can be.
He's still convinced that he is an essential cog in the machine that moves the mail. Oh how wrong that man is.
And people wonder why I just don't care at work. I show up, do my job, and go home. I do it all day long with a shit eating grin on my face. Why? Because, in the long run I know that he'll always be a miserable tool.
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