Monday, March 21, 2011

Boss,
I Hate working for you. Everyday that I come to work is a day that i would rather spend swimming with ravenous piranhas. A day that I would rather be sitting bare cheeked on an angry ant hill. A day that I would gladly listen to Michael Bolton's number one hits on top volume and repeat all. day.
Do you have any idea how awful you are? Do you know that I have - on several occasions walked home and cried. for hours. Because of what you have said or done to me?

Now boss, I am a proud person. I always have been and because of my beautiful parents and upbringing I have this compelling need to see the good in people but you sir are ugly.
You are an ugly ugly person. your rude and hurtful words leave lasting impressions on people everyday.
Your pretentious bakery is nothing but an empty slave shop for us. your imprisoned oompa-loompas know that Art is no where to be found here. Only Anger and frustration.
You treat us poorly and work us illegally. My bones literally ache and the purple bags under my eyes look like they've been carrying horse shoes.
But this isn't over.
No sir-E-bob it is not.

I am NOT afraid of you anymore.

I dare you to be rude to me again. Be mean to me once more and I'm walkin.

Your Employee with no respect for you,
me.

p.s I feel sorry that you live your life this way. Please start being nicer because you are missing out on so many beautiful things and people.

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