I know you can't tell but I hate you as much as you hate me. You hate me because I represent authority, because I have "power" over you and your livelihood. I'm controlling your career advancement and your money. I get it, I fully understand why you hate me.
Do you know why I hate you? Because you believe you're irreplaceable. You are 12 for ten cents, yet you believe your contribution to success supersedes mine. "I do all the work, why should he get all the credit." I hate you because you always ask the wrong questions, which in turn lets me know that you lack vision. The shit you think about is so low level, I haven't thought about it in 12 years. That's how long I've been somebody's boss. I hate you because everything is personal. No, I'm not going to the "5:01" with y'all. No, I'm not coming to your party or cookout. No, I'm not going to lunch with you. No, I think I'll pass on the wedding. Where's the fucking TPS report?
I hate your intricate bundles of neuroses that spill out at inappropriate times. I hate your amazing attention to detail when it comes to what I'm wearing or who I'm speaking to but doesn't come into play when you're trying to distinguish between "their" and "there" in written documents. I hate your speculation into what my future looks like. I've never, not once, thought about yours.
You'd never guess that beneath this calm exterior lies a hate-filled seething cauldron of white hot lava ready to be tipped over and scorch everything in it's path. You represent everything I hate about this city and it's people.
And I wish nothing but the very worst for you.
Regards,
KZ
11 comments:
Head your happy sunshiny self over to Detroit 'cause clearly...lack of ass has you plottin' certain doom on Satan's Anus.
TAD...I am not referring to you as just ass... although Zed has let us know that you have a nice sized orb, he has also let us (meaning me) know that shits gooder than a muthafucka concerning the future.
I merely mean...well...rabbits need to be killed not Satanites...Anusites...Satanians...Satan Anusians? You get what I mean dammit! Stop playin'.
well that's one way to end a week...
and for the record clearly you are spending allot of energy on someone whom you say means nothing to you..
breathe in
breathe out
and let it go dude, that's why they call co workers and not friends.
Uh TAD...your man needs a little TLC. He's wound up pretty tight.
WOW!
I'm glad you said that to us and not the intended party. Cause dayum son.....she would be heading to HR right now in tears!
ok i dont know u or anything but i could just hear this low voice sayin all of this all calm and cool like and then sittin back in a high back chair afterwards like...bitch what?
wow
I was also feeling this at about 3pm this afternoon when I had to take a walk and call home, before I beat that dizzy b*tch co-worker about the head and neck with a blunt object from my desk GRRRHH! 3:15pm I was singing silently to myself, "Yall gon' make me lose my mind/ up in here/ up in here"
We had the office party later. She didnt attend. I had my plastic tumbler of Merlot and some Japanese food. Im good now.
Let it out, Boo. And get thee to Detroit, before you catch a case.
Damn that was scary as hell! I pray to God no one ever feels that way about me.
I get what you're saying...I blew up at one of my staff members two weeks ago. She was out of pocket had to check her, let her know I RUN SHIT...lol...Beeacth called the union on my ass...I AIN'T NEVER SCUURED...Fuck em...
This stood out, "You'd never guess that beneath this calm exterior lies a hate-filled seething cauldron of white hot lava ready to be tipped over and scorch everything in it's path."
Confirming what Bloopty and 1969 seem to think you are in need of...
The one I somewhat fear for is TAD. I've never thought of a penis as "hate-filled...cauldron of white hot lava ready to be tipped...and scorch everything in it's path." However, I've seen the whites come from it, felt the heat inside my loins and other things that open wide, and made my path available too many times to recall. Like I said, TAD beware. . .
can u be my body guard...but I don't need it in the workplace...like Martin said "you don lost me" I need it in the loveplace...need to rustle some feathers all up and thru here..what's your fee for skerring folk??
I can't go with the poontang deficiency theory here... we both share the same mind (ala Dreamgirl mode) right about n--...all the dayum time, in that arena.
I think next year will be a good time to submit my retirement package. I'm getting to a point that I can't bite my tongue anymore with some out-of-order folks. The lines are blurred. Can't tell if God's testing me...or if someone really wants me to cuss them out to the point of tears, accompanied by a chokehold.
I'm SUPPOSE to tell you "it ain't that crucial", but I gotta find a happy place first.
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