More money going to the steadily employed and no missed payments crew, i.e. those who need relief the least.
More money going to the steadily employed and no missed payments crew, i.e. those who need relief the least.
I told my wife, the day I see an actual fucking doctor when my appointment time is, I’ll either die of shock or but a lottery ticket.
In my experience you’re lucky if some not-an-MD is checking your weight and blood pressure within half an hour, but if you’re five minutes late they’re sending you a bill for them doing literally nothing and canceling you entirely. I’ve never seen anybody so high on their own fucking importance while at the same time showing not the slightest smidgen of respect for the time of anyone else unfortunate enough to have to interact with them.
I wish I had a job where I could fuck up the timing of every single task every single day that consistently and still be employed. Not that I would, because I recognize that other people’s time matters.
And of course she goes about it in the most adorable way possible.
Right? I’m sitting here like “this has to be satire… right? But it’s just absurd enough not to be…”
Cuuute!! I’ve missed my random doses of goblin adorableness.
Like having cancer and AIDS at the same time.