Seriously, I need another day job. I’m getting nothing fucking well done here because of the fuckers who keep ringing and trying to suck money I don’t have out of me and doofuses at the door trying to change my fucking electricity and phone plans on the spot.
I left the front door open to allow the sunlight and fresh air in and it was like open day at the door-to-door harassment olympics. The fuckers were almost elbowing each other to get to my front path. And the fucking idiot with no listening skills from the energy company who tried to order me to find a gas bill (bloody hell, I read ‘em, I pay ‘em, the paper gets sucked into a black hole of bills I’ll never find again, deal with it, I’m not lying to you, total stranger) nearly had a pair of pint-sized dachshunds latched to his throat because he would not shut the fuck up.
I’m already on the Do Not Fucking Well Call and Annoy Me Register and why does this not seem to apply to doorknockers? I’m sitting in a back room now with the door shut and blinds closed because they bloody well peek through the windows if I don’t answer the door. They know. They just know.