I'm Not Your Servant, I'M Not Your Employee. I Missus Selvig

I'm not here to just be the person who sops up all your sad feelings because you can get away with it. That's not cool. You can go to somebody. Like legitimate real adults. I do feel like it's that sort of motcho is maybe too strong of a word, but that belicose, angry, sometimes entitled approach. In both cases, men, women, anybody, non binaries, whatever, what it comes down to is like, i'm out of options, but i'm still mad. And now i need to turbo this by, like, needing to speak to your manager, whoever that is. So fukand mad and frustrated. One reason