My girlfriend is a clerical worker for a major regional sleep institute. Every night I hear stories about the temperamental and bitchy head doctor. But get this:
The only way to get your Christmas bonus is to attend the woman’s Christmas party. It’s more or less a black tie affair. Dress to the nines. Essentially, it’s an excuse for this doctor and her daughter to show off their mansion, their horses, the insane amounts of jewelry they own and the ridiculous dresses they bought specifically for that party. It helps to kiss some ass.
Everyone in the office is invited, but no one is required to come. However, no bonus for those in absentia. What the fuck? I know for a fact that one woman has plans to be out of town during Dr. Hunchface’s soiree, plans she has had for months and can’t (nor does she want to) break.
No bonus.
Isn’t a bonus a work incentive? Isn’t it a reward that reflects all the hard work you’ve put in over the course of the previous 364 days? I understand that Xmas bonuses are arbitrary. Some years you get one, some you don’t. I’ve never gotten one because I’ve never worked anywhere that could afford to do so.
But I find this offensive. Give one to everyone if you’re going to place a pointless caveat on it. That’s like telling everyone, “If you wear red on Friday, you get your bonus.” Someone gets sick, someone forgets? Too bad. You get nothing; you lose. Good day to you.
Fuck you, Dr. Hunchface, for being an attention whore and an outright fuck-knuckle. You can keep that fucking money, and if I get dragged to that party because Lady Mung has to go, I’m going to be pissed. I hope you slip in the bathtub.
Oh, and before I forget, Dr. Hunchface, you and your partner Dr. Donkeynose need to get a clue about the meaning of Christmas. The season of giving, right? For those more fortunate to share what they have? Oh, no.
No, in the time-honored office tradition of gluing one’s lips to the ass of their supervisor(s), you two Hippocratic Heroes are getting gifts from your staff. I don’t know what it is you want, Hunchface, but I suppose you’ll register for something nice. But YOU, Donkeynose, you should know better. I expected more from you.
An XBox 360? You make a six-digit salary and have the unmitigated gall to ask your staff to buy you an XBox? Fuck you both. Between the two of you, you could make an excellent charitable donation instead of asking for more for yourselves. Y’know, maybe someone could have something to eat or something warm to sleep under.
Nah, what the fuck? Ask your staffers for $200-$300 gift. You could easily afford a dozen.
In the spirit of Christmas I say: Fuck both of you, you Scrooge-ish bints. And a happy fucking New Year.