How come having to work this job is bringing me down?
How come I'm glad to have it, but I wish I didn't have it at the same time?
How come a rep from another company got smart with me over the telephone?
How come when I got smart back, he asked me if any white people work in my office?
How come I told him , only his momma?
How come I released his a$$ from my telephone line after that?
How come he didn't call back?
How come when reps from my company hang up on me, I call them back and say that somehow we got disconnected?
How come this one chick was like, "no, I hung up on you?"
How come I asked her why, and when she started to explain, I hung up on her?
How come that was childish, but me and my co-workers got a good laugh off of it?
How come we have to do something to stay sane?
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