What is it, only Monday? And look at me already. My nerves are shot, and if there’s just one more thing… Well, I don’t even want to think about it.
No, I don’t want to hear it. It’s the same old thing over and over, all the time. You see this? You see how my eyelid is twitching? Well, if you looked closer, you could see it. No! Stay away. I don’t need you getting that close to me right now. Just take my word for it, it’s twitching.
And why? Because I’m up to here with all… all of this.
It’s the same thing every week. Do you think I have time for this? What, I’m an idiot? I got nothing better to do than be a basket case all week? I’m a bad person so I should be so stressed out all the time?
You think I couldn’t pick up the phone and get transferred to the Utica office right now? Because I could. And it’d serve you right. Because then you’d get a little glimpse of my world. And let’s see how long you last before your first nervous breakdown. Because I’ve had dozens in my time here, my friend. And I’m up to here with it.
You hear me? Up to here.
You think they put up with this kind of nonsense in Utica? Well, I’ve got news for you, my friend. They don’t. No one does. What sane person would put up with this week after week? Other than me, that is. And the freakin’ jury is still out about my sanity.
I’m too nice, is what it is. And look where it gets me. Monday morning and I’m a total wreck.
Do you want to be the one responsible for my head exploding? Do you want to be the one cleaning my brains off the wainscoting?
No, I didn’t think so.
So, I’m telling you again.