To my Boss:

Die, you scumbag, die.

Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.

I hate you and you will get your comeuppance one day. Yes, your uppance will come.

You try digging through all these dusty old file and try to find pointless information and then be told that you didn't record enough stuff down and you have to go back through the files. Now. And by the way, you have to finish the f-ing write ups too. Now.

I soooo should just leave effective this Thursday, but I need the money.

I hope you get what you deserve, you moronic excuse for a VP.

Grrrrrrr.


Now I feel a little bit better.

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