Someone from the maintenance office called at 11:15 p.m. to check on whether a work order was completed (I figured out that shit myself) so that she could “finish a report.” And she thought I would “still be up.” Me:pic.twitter.com/zLvbvY1Uxa
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First of all—bitch, send a f*cking e-mail—it’s 2018, not 1975!pic.twitter.com/SDMqiQocrU
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Second, maybe learn some basic math. Like, six a.m. minus eight hours is ten p.m. If I need eight hours to function, calling me at 11:15 is going to result in a very bad day for me tomorrow.pic.twitter.com/UHfMQdnX8f
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And finally, if you wake someone. Out of a dead sleep. With an honest-to-god phone call. And it’s not an emergency. An apology is not enough. You take your damn medicine when they have something to say about it.pic.twitter.com/N93AacwG2W
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@calm sleep story is good tonight. Because I am seething, which is too many letters away from sleeping.pic.twitter.com/r4GKsUXjZ71 reply 0 retweets 3 likesShow this thread
I hope you got the sleep you needed 
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