I’m an old fuck. I’ve been working jobs sense I was 13 years old back in 1844. They called jobs back then slavery and hard labor. More things change the more they stay the same.

So I’ve worked around enough people to see every manner of tired and pissed off working kind of face on your average Joe American.

Big D Money is a fellow coworker I’ve worked around for three years now. Every damn day of the weak he comes to work and maintains a facial expression that is a twist between “are you fucking kidding” and “Here come this mother fucka again. I ain’t got time for this shit today.”

It’s a side Eye expression with a twist to his thin lips and utter disguest at people in general when they’re on some bullshit.

The fucking dude is the funniest mother fuck-ah around. When he does smile or chuckle it’s only because he’s telling a story about a time some asshole tried to go off on him one day then had to run to the restroom because they started passing themselves when he gave them the hard side Eye.

He has one of those faces that make you think he’s been forty-five years old for fifty-five years and still works seven days a week. His minor annoyance is at the higher ups begging him to consider being promoted sense he knows how to do everything better then everybody else.

Big D Money ain’t having it. A promotion for him means having to deal with more people’s bullshit.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg