exactly one half of my business trip went ok. one half of it was fun and beautiful and refreshing. precisely in the middle of the day of the middle day of my trip, the world turned to bullshit…and continued exactly up until the moment i set foot back in my apartment.
i never want to stay in hotel 71 ever again, so long as i live. whether or not i’ll get to stick to this choice, however, is entirely up to my job. but seriously? fuck.them.so.hard. FUCK. THEM. fuck the hotel, fuck the staff, fuck the desk, fuck the managers, fuck p. reggio, fuck p. smith, fucking FUCK hotel 71. i have…literally spluttering with rage and just so stressed. i mean, i had a lovely time with the office folk and in the office and working, but fuck man. i didn’t go for fun i went to work and the stress nearly killed that.
mine :
