the boss starts these drunken weekend installs and then demands that i finish them first thing monday morning. he left me a weird voicemail slurring that he accidentally backed the van into the condenser because he was thinking about buttcheeks.
well, looks like i gotta figure this one out alone because he's sleeping in (again).
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