Apple Cores and Screw This Job

Cripes, I can’t get anything done at all because I can’t get swing music out of my head. And it can’t be the Big Band-style, Tommy Dorsy or Glenn Miller swing, either, it’s got to be the Cherry Poppin’ Daddies Here Comes The Snake, which is all around gross and dirty but man is it a great and catchy tune. I love Zoot Suit Riot, it’s one of my favorite albums but truth be told it was stupid of me to put it on my MP3 player because now I’m in the middle of doing *nada* when I have a *something* to get done.

The something can’t even wait, or so I hear, but it would be nice if they’d explained to me what exactly I was supposed to do at least, you know, so that I could just do my job instead of deciphering it first, the problem is that Bossman and his underpaid, underdeveloped henchmen couldn’t nuke a frozen burrito let alone explain the work they want done. It’s like they’ve got a clear idea in their heads but they don’t know how to put it into words, so rather than even try they just assume I get it and I *never* do. Arrrgh!

There goes my work week. Oh well. *taps foot and sings along* Yes I believe, but I’d rather not pray. What I believe in I’d rather not say, Baby…

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