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Originally Posted by marquise1911
To My Job: F$%k You! You miserable bastard. I hate coming to work. I rather chew rusty nails while dancing barefoot in a puddle of fresh battery acid. I don't get paid enough to be a mid-level political pawn and supposidly ignorant work slave. I know that my position is under-paid. I know that the 8k raise y'all promised me is a crack pipe dream. How am I supposed to believe that when u guys whispered in my ear that y'all are cutting 80 positions. PLEASE MAKE MINE ONE OF THEM. I would have quit myself, but then I can't get unemployment.
*Marquise stands on desk and pulls down pants*
F$%k you and f#$k you and oh you over there dats right f%^k you too!
Welcome to GC on a lovely Monday morning!!!
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^^^Do we work for the same company? This morning I asked God what did I do to get stuck in this position!
P.S.
To the kid that said, "fvck you biatches" to me and the other staff this morning:
You must not know 'bout me! I am CERTIFIED crazy! I have told y'all that I WILL fight a kid, guess you thought I was playin' till I ran up on you! Try me again, and the director won't be in front of me to stop me. Just in case you didn't know, I KNUCK 'CAUSE I'M BUCK! ~Later