quit my job at the convent laundromat because i got tired of lectures about bad habits
ruined a big batch of them when the dryer shorted out. i knew i should have used a serge protector
they said i was mangling their theology after i got a missal stuck in the sheet pressing machine
frankly they shouldn't have left it in with their bedsheets, these things should be better taken care of. just shameful missal control
frankly i couldn't stand having mother superior for my boss, people kept saying i was second to nun
they always told me i should get more excited about the meals there, they tried to convince me it was mouthwatering and certainly better than the sack lunch i brought. i told them i didn't believe in salivation by faith alone
i kept asking for a raise but our diocese was so notoriously slow to make such decisions they called it the waitin' see
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