There’s a new guy at work who messaged me last night (Friday) as I was leaving the house to go out.
It’s now Saturday morning and he’s telling me it’s urgent.
Bitch, you ask me for something when I’m going out drinking and you ask again when I am still hung over from that drinking, you ain’t getting shit.
I do have plans to work this weekend. But your “I have a deadline” means nothing when I am drinking to recover from MY deadlines.