Lets put it in perspective that I also asked for a 20% increase. That’s a lot. In my brain its too far a jump. Its ridiculous. But I asked for it – why?
In other words, I’m dying for a tattoo.
Nasty. Eight Legs. Unnatural. If you are fond of spiders you are going to want to stop reading right here. It does not end well for the spider in this story time.
I guess I’m trying to figure out if I can’t hack being around teenagers anymore because I sincerely don’t like them, or I don’t like what they remind me of. It may a little bit of both.