Robots

Fucking robots. They are all around us, you know who they are, cold, unbendable, programmed and a pain in the ass. So today I am working, actually working, and its cold, my workspace is near 50 degrees at all times, so I'm cold and wearing this knit hat that was sent out to the ship in a care package for everyone on the ship. I stayed up extra late to go down to the mess decks and fight over the sweet, warm, nice gift that some woman named Ellen knitted for me. I like this hat its comfy, looks nice, and to add some extra flare I sewed a brim into it. Well as I am walking through the work space this blistering morning the shops door is slammed upon. I mean like the cops were at the door. And thinking quickly I just opened the damn thing to see one of my officers there. The first words out of his mouth are about my hat and how i'm not allowed to wear it because it wasn't issued. Well this is where i go into talking about robots. Sir come in here for 12 hours and tell me if you'd like the wear a hat. Yes i probably shouldn't have opened the door with it on but, is that worth an ass chewing? Anyway afterward i picked up the crumbs of my ass and tried to reassemble it, put my hat away, and went to bed. Today is a new day though people! Today I am not just a pirate/taliban/terrorist hunter, I AM ALSO HUNTING ROBOTS! PEACE!