I need a day off this job is literally killing me. It wears you down day after day for 5779 years but who’s counting. If you think the parking meter attendant is hated you should see the faces I get when I show up and the words that are used against me they’ll strictly for hell. One day for me to live maybe go to the beach is all I ask for is it so much. Maybe it will give me time to get a new wardrobe who carries around a scythe anymore anyway. Oh no who does the bell toll for me and I’m off for another job. Someday soon can you give this Angel a day off and live instead G-D knows I need a break.