Day 20
My first day of hardcore slacking has begun. Before I even start actually working, I do a friend a favor and take their car to get inspected, then drive over to my work area and begin very slowly walking around, doing my job. While I'm standing in front of a house trying to determine if anyone lives there or not, a pickup truck drives through a puddle and throws a gigantic roostertail of cold and filthy water over me. I become insanely angry and almost go home in my rage, but in the end I decide to sit in my car and dry off and plot my revenge. I work another couple of hours then go home for a little while before heading back out again. I get barked at by a dog. So it goes. I work less than six hours total today.
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