I hate Sundays

Sunday mornings at least, because I'm at work, and I get to deal with the same customers every week who somohow, every damn week, manage to forget until the last minute, that they need to get church programs printed. Feh. I mean, how the screaming fuck can Sunday "sneak up" on them every week?

And because they need these for church, they're either always asking for discounts, or want them immediately, no matter how busy things are with other jobs. I mean, part of me is waiting for the Sunday morning when all the machines are broken or in use, or the power is out or something like that, and one of the church people comes in. I want to explain to them, with a big-ass smile on my face that if they didn't wait until the last minute, God wouldn't shit on them like this.

But maybe I'm just bitter.

Kierthos