Hi, Sarah here. Remember me? Well, you should considering you just completely fucked me less than 20 minutes ago. I’ve been trying to get a job from you for about a month. A FUCKING MONTH. Yet I have no job. Peculiar. Why?
Well, after a month of calling you and leaving you messages and having those messages completely fucking ignored, what happened? You set up an interview with me and I didn’t show up, right? Did you ever wonder why I didn’t show up? Did you even think about that? Let me tell you WHY I DIDN’T SHOW UP, okay?
Because you scheduled an interview with my fucking answering machine, you fucking retard! You never spoke to me, we never set a date and time, you left a message on my machine, while I was out of town, that I didn’t even get until TWO DAYS after your fucking interview!
So what did you do? Gave the job to someone else, of course. And what did you tell ME when you finally decided to answer your fucking phone today? You told me that you had spoken to ME (ME, not my answering machine. ME.) and I had blown you off. Here’s a Blue’s Clue for you - You’re a fucking flake. You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. You are incompetent for the job that you were hired to do, and I will be talking to your manager. Not your immediate supervisor. You’re not that lucky. I’m going to talk to your MANAGER.
Then I am going to chat with the VP (yes, bitch, the VICE PRESIDENT) of the Security Department (who really wanted me to work for him), and you will be terminated.
I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re pleased that, while you were taking 3 hour lunch breaks, my cell phone was being turned off. I hope it’s good to know that yesterday I got a “legal notice” about my account with Capital One. I hope it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy to know that I haven’t really eaten anything in a couple weeks, as I can’t afford to buy food. And when my car gets repossessed, I guess you’ll know why.
Bitch.