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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Preeeeeetty sure I’m gonna headbutt the fuck out of at least six family members, maybe more, before Tuesday.
I might throw someone out of a window if I have to hear more of this fucking Christian uplifting music blasting throughout the house
BY ALL THAT IS HOLY CAN I NOT HAVE NICE THINGS #RAGE #ANGER #PHONE #MURDER #IHATEEVERYTHING (Taken with Instagram)
It seems we return to this anger impassive again.
Every time you even joke, ask, or bother me constantly about your rolls of film being developed, ESPECIALLY if you go “Is it done yet?” after five minutes, joking or not joking, I will push your order back ten minutes for a penalty of annoyance and find every possible reason to delay you as long as I can.
Please do not incur my wrath, as I can take a single part from the machine and have it down for four days /minimum/ before a professional tech gets here to repair it, when I can do it as soon as you walk out the door and continue on with my day.
You people are the bane of photo techs everywhere, hovering around us and bothering the customers who actually need genuine help, or stopping us from taking a two minute break to run to the bathroom since you insist on us standing there with you and have us called if we dare disappear for a moment.
as a side note, do not forget; we have your name, telephone number, and the internet at our fingertips to unleash a swarm of disdain unlike that of which you know.
Please, keep this in mind terribly so, when you’re rushing a man whose doing the work of five people and your haggard ass has just turned in a roll of pictures that ate of you half naked and posing.
thank you,
Your local photo technician.
When you have a ghetto name like Laquawnda, KeShaywna, Quautauwn, so on and so forth, you don’t have to be as ghetto as your name.
Stop wearing the ghetto ass earrings with your name underneath Spongebob, cut it out with the Rainbow Road Weave, put on a Goddamn shirt that doesn’t make you look like a Goomba Head and for Christ almighty, stop giving me sweaty titty money before I slap the gold cap off of your teeth.
sincerely,
That black got who has to deal with you in retail and is shamed by your hoodrat antics.