Bad day at work yesterday:
Spent two hours yelling at a mexican dwarf who brought me the wrong coffins.
Bad days at work are like a Tom Waits song.
Good day at work last week:
client: “we just got a call. One of our vigilante street priests won’t be able to make it. that means we don’t have enough priests to defeat the vampires. Could you don a robe a join us?”
Good days at work are like the old tales from the crypt comic