I hate my job. I hate my boss. I also hate my body. But mostly my boss.
Greeeat… I love working 6 or 7 days a week because he is too fuckin cheap to hire someone that isn’t a complete pile of shit to cover on the weekends, and seem to think that I should be punished for being more intelligent and talented than the rest of the assdrivelers he has hired. I love working with complete retards and babysitting his fucktard kid and their fucktard friends. I love being paid less than 75% of the industry standard for my job and having no medical insurance because he isskinflintcheapasscockwhore goddamn piece of shit. I’ve been here almost 2 years, and I still get no benefits, medical or otherwise.
Nevermind that he has taken a week and a half to go to some shitty foreign contry on company credit cards, or used the company CC to pay for personal groceries and gas, or that he used COMPANY FUNDS TO BUY HIS POLESMOKIN FOREIGN WHORE OF AN EX-WIFE NEW FAKE BOOBS. I love that he spends maybe 4 hours a week doing actual work, and berates the rest of us for LOW TRAFFIC TO HIS SHITTY SITE.
I LOVE TO SIT HERE WITH AN EAR INFECTION, A cRAPPY DIABETIC IMMUNE SYSTEM AND A GIANT CYST ON MY ARSE, UNABLE TO GO TO THE FUCKING DOCTOR, BECAUSE I WILL BE PENALIZED FOR TAKING TIME OFF AND CANNOT AFFORD MEDICAL TREATMENT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
FUCK YOU. I’ve had resumes going out for a week. This is a particularly shitty day involving small children playing FPSs at full blast on our work computers while I have a migraine. I hope you’re as flip when its your brain they’re prodding at your headdy with red hot dull teriyaki skewers.
Was the FUCK YOU for the death or the advice? 'Cause if it is for the death part, well, we all have to find out sometime. I’m sorry it had to come over the internet for you.
My apologies. I will be noticably nicer in about 5 minutes when the caffeine and Tylenol kick in. I’d reckon I was gonna die eventually ^^
I don’t mean to be a mega-bitch, and I’m real sorry for snapping at you. I just don’t really want to have something I kinda already know rubbed in my face, ya know?
There’s nothing wrong with a “bald Ass”… I think bald asses are much better than the hairy variety. I’m just using it to describe Padre Fucktard, he shaves his receded hairline to egg-smooth finish on a daily basis…
Guin and I am are right. Call the Man down on your boss. At the very least, he’s committing fraud by using the company’s credit cards in that manner, and there are probably some pretty stern labor laws he’s been thumbing his nose at.
Just make sure you’re there the morning they come to haul his shaven bald ass off.
Nobody used the fuckstick! I get to be the first one!
FUCK THIS PILE OF SHIT WITH A FUCKSTICK HITTING A BIG STEAMY PILE OF BALD-ASS FUCK!
glarGH, honey, you are being used. Please find another job. However, please find a job that will entertain us as much as this one does. Have a wonderful day, and please shove a fuckstick up boss’ ass. He has no right to expect you to work for shit money and care for his kid and their friends.
