can't stand paperwork

That fucking business.  I never wanted to be CEO of a fucking corporation and I still am long after resigning.  I still don't understand how in fuck I'm 100% share holder.
Now they want crap from the bank from three years ago and I don't even know how to ask for it.  They want me signing more paper as though I'm actually still some fucking CEO and I'm ready to go back to the accountant, pick up the paper, add it to all the other papers we have around the house and burn the whole motherfucking thing in the backyard pit. I'm so over this crap. I don't know what to do.  More paper.  More standing in lines asking for things I don't know how to ask for. They're going to say "what is the account number for that?"  How in hell should I know?  Who do you people think I am?  I'm a fucking housewife, housepainter retired, and maybe an artist if you count utter losers as artists.  So done with this crap but this crap won't let me go.  I'm going to tell Dan if he doesn't get on it and get it happening I'm going to retrieve all that paper that cost over a hundred bucks to have printed and have a bonfire and fuck the CRA and fuck the consequences.  I just can't get the job done.  I won't go there and cry all over the desk.  I'm tired of crying in public.  Sick and tired of being the crazy one.  People call me strong.  That's just an excuse for treating me like a pack mule.
I'm on fucking chemo, why should I be dealing with my husband's business problems?  I'm really fed up.

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