You all get to find out a full twelve hours ahead of everyone else I work with. My idiot boss? The one to whom I delivered a swift kick behind the knees. The one who has left me crying at his sheer stupidity. The one whose ears stick out more than I thought humanly possible The one who doesn't understand what sticking it to the man means.
He's getting stuck. By the man. And not in a good way.
He'll be gone tomorrow morning.
*This does mean I'll have more work to do, but I actually like that. You nkow, instead of sitting at my desk for twelve hours doing nothing.
does this mean less time to write me??
sadness. but happiness, too. for you.
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