Stop fixing things

So I understand why it may have been blew some minds when we asked for a master calendar that was, I dunno, chronological. But does this mean they have to screw with basically every other aspect too? Why does "make this calendar go in order of time" mean "screw up every other thing about it while you're at it." I'm almost afraid of making suggestions about anything now. This is like if I went in to get my car's power windows worked on and I came back later and they slashed all 4 tires for the hell of it.

One suggestion that I'm not afraid of making is that my mailman actually deliver my mail. There are few ways that can go awry. In case you get to the COP after I do in the mornings, you probably haven't noticed that I come in looking like a sweaty manbeast in the least attractive way possible. That's because my parking pass didn't quite make it in my mailbox and I've had to walk from my apartment to class all week (read as: 10 miles in 4 days). Now that my calves are as big as your thighs and none of my clothes fit anymore, I'm pleased to say that I have my parking pass. I like to think my mailman put my parking pass in the 'return to sender' bin and said "walk it off, chunky."

In light of a Deb MD (I best not have to explain who Deb MD is) comment I feel that I should clarify that my sitdown with Steve Erena and the Category 5 Douchestorm that reported me ain't gonna change my shenanigans in any way.

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