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November 26, 2008 - 3:39:37 am   Work

I hate my greedy fucking bastard of a boss. He doesn't know how to run his goddamn business, so he takes his failures out on his employees--especially me. He won't fire me, because I've just been doing whatever the fuck HE tells us all to do. So instead of firing me, or changing his marketing tactics like I've been trying to tell him, he cut all of our hours.

Which translates to later shifts and smaller paychecks. Which means I'll only be able to work TWO days a week, and therefore have to decide between my insurance, my rent or my food.

So now I'll have to make my various payments either by getting another job (fucking unlikely in this economic crisis), selling my body to science (or the pornography industry, which I'm not entirely sure I can trust to be safely regulated), or playing the Mega-Millions Lotto (HA! Like I can afford even ONE ticket), or kidnapping and ransoming the fuckwad's 12-year-old daughter for $30 million.

As you can see, I'm leaning toward the latter--mostly for shits and giggles--but he might not have that kind of money just lying around ready-to-hand, and I don't want to have to wait a month for the money, with his whiny little bitch of a daughter tied to a chair in the laundry room; my neighbors would get suspicious.

Plus, his daughter's not nearly important enough to justify the desired amount... or the prison time if I got caught.

Fuck the fucking greedy motherfucker, anyway. Cutting hours is only going to piss off our customers more, so I actually kind of hope his business DOES go under. The arrogant fucktard would deserve it.