Working on New Year's Eve sucks ass. Goddammit, I need my rest before the big binge drinking session tonight! Now, I'm gonna get home after working since 7:30AM, try to squeeze in a 30 min nap, and go out.
Fucking cheap-ass Grinch-fucking boss has us here all day. I feel like marching into his office, grabbing him by the nappy chest hair that pokes out through his short-sleeved dress shirt, pulling him close to my face, and belching the "I don't wanna work, I wanna bang on de drum all day" song into his bulbous, heavy-drinker, red-veiny nose.