My first tax season in an accounting office. Good times.
Our lameass neighbors moved out, making my week. List of things I hated about them:
1. Douchebag smoked constantly on their porch (which is adjoined to ours).
2. While smoking, douchebag constantly talked. Loudly.
3. They had a baby, which always was crying. Yes, I realize that this is what babies do- and it’s one of the many reasons I don’t want/have/like babies.
4. Douchebag was a budding artist. In fact, I love art, and would generally encourage anyone to take up artistic endeavors. However, Douchbag’s art not only contributed to numbers 1 and 2 above (and possibly 3 as well), not to mention it was terrible, and a little creepy to look at. A particular self-and-baby portrait, replete with a Gap-logoed baseball cap comes to mind.