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"Profanity is the crutch of inarticulate motherfuckers."
--Jerod Enstrom
The daily convo at my place of employment is riper than most locker rooms. I seem to be worst than most...every few months I notice/realize this and try...honestly...for a bit...to clean up my lingo...it never seems to stick. If I'm not cussing out some member of management for being so #$%$#@%$ stupid...I might be ranting about what a #@$%#%$#@ annoying time I'm having trying to force incompatible components to work together...maybe I'm feeling overwhelming stress from looming production deadlines or or or...seems like there's always someone or something that draws an expletive or two out of me...
there, this makes sense: I cuss when I'm frustrated. Now, to find a different outlet for frustration. I don't always have 5 minutes to spare so I can take a lap of the building (when I have done this, it's helped).
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