The End is Nigh

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.