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The rider
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Morning is easily the most trying time me. My day usually starts at 5:00 AM and I rarely get to bed before midnight. I have two little boys, one that must go to daycare and the other to Montessori. The ordeal of dressing, feeding and getting the little guys out of the house is a day's work all and of itself.
About four months ago I decided to up my daily allotment of HELL. I agreed to give a coworker rides to and from work, everyday. I was originally supposed to be his back up if he couldn't get a lift from a family member. I transformed from back up to default the first time I picked him up.
Funny how often that kind of shit happens to me.
Funny as in it's not really funny.
Anyway-
This guy...
This fucking guy.
UGH.
He's not a bad guy, really, he's not. It's just that he is always, always pissed off about something. One day it's the roadwork on the way to his house and those fucking mexican fuckers; another day it's his boss; or the mother of his child; or his own mom; or his sister; or somebody else got something he didn't get and it wasn't fucking fair.
I show up at the same time every day. He's asleep at least two times a week. He does nothing, NOTHING, fast. If you tell him you'll be ready to leave in ten minutes, expect to go fucking looking for him after about twenty.
I want to cut him loose, but I gotta see him every day, and he has a daughter. He needs the job; his little girl needs him to have the job.
Rumor has it that he's supposed to be fired soon.
Everyday I wait for it, eager with anticipation.
I am soiled by my own hope.
what the fuck?
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