The Bloody Doors Off

What a prank today was. My brain nearly exploded early on reading over the instructions of how the office works. They’re a well-oiled machine, I’ll give ’em that. But damn, man, how the hell are you supposed to keep track of everything without losing a few memories to make room?

And today the company that got me the contract are saying I need an HST number. Even though I won’t come near the $30k baseline. So I’m having to look into that. Such a simple job, I thought. And now I’m spinning so damned fast trying to keep up.

I need to slow down.

I have to.

Slow.

The.

Fuck.

Down.