Well it's 10.45am and I'm in the office.
2 days left in the contract.
Yesterday, the boss' boss decided
to have a nice, casual chat with me.
Oh yeah.
He spoke with me about
how much better I'll get over time...
about how fulfilling the job can be -
you know, like stuffing hot coals
into your pants as you're stabbing your face...
But after that,
when I asked if I'm being retained,
he replies with a 'not sure'.
Well FUCK YOU.
You know where you can stick
your 'valuable advice'?
Wait. Never mind.
If I don't get confirmed by tomorrow,
I'll show you myself.
And she won't be around to save your ass.
You little skinny, snivelling little cocksucker.
Normally I wouldn't give a damn.
But... circumstances have changed.
I need this job.
I need this job... so I can be with someone.
So you BETTER confirm my status,
you stupid little fuck.
