I really do not want to work anymore. Maybe it is my general unmotivation, maybe it is my damn skin, that doesnt let me sleep. Maybe I have passed that age where you accept people treating you like an idiot.

I sit and wait for my mailbag. A man comes with a huge dog. The dog comes to me and growls. It is a natural reflex that you lift your hands to protect your face, right? The wife comes down and has a go at me. I am scaring her dog when I lift my hands, her dog doesnt bite, she has told me before and what do I know, she was quite angry.

First of, I have over 900 parties, I sure as heck cannot remember everything every person tells me. Secondly, I have a dog myself, I have been to dog classes, and I have learned at classes, that you cannot predict a dogs behaviour. Then, I am a mail carrier. Dogs hate mail carriers, because they have so many smells on them. And last but not least, I have never heard that growling means “hey, patch me, I wont bite”. WHAT THE HELL?!?! Go and drown yourself in the toilet. 👿

This is only my second week, I have 2 months left. I dont want to anymore.
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