Just get the fuck over it already.Or at least stfu about it. I'm so very tired of hearing how poorly I measure up. I got the memo regarding my inadequacies as a human being a long time ago. There's a reason I left at 17, a reason I've not been back. You sucked as a parent. You like to pretend you raised us all on your own, but the truth of the matter is we raised ourselves. Had we not been the people we are, your little self indulgent experiment that passed for our childhood would have failed. For at least one of us, it did. So the next time you want to pat yourself on the back for all your successes, suck on that a bit before you do.
Sincerely,
She who will never be enough
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
You all suck SO bad
It's bad enough that you laid me off after returning from a weeklong vaca in Mexico. And actually had the balls to sit there and tell me that you'd changed your business plan, and couldn't afford my salary anymore.
Let's review -- how did you get to work that morning? Oh yes, in your Lexus SUV. Which parks next to your wife's Lexus sedan. In the garage of your ginormous mansion on the banks of the river. But I digress.
So today I go to your fucking website, to refresh my memory on how response cards are laid out and worded. And what do I find?
I find that all of the wording that I had painstakingly gone through and corrected, that wording written by your 20 year old protégé who couldn't punctuate a sentence properly to save her soul, has all been changed back to the way it was. And the font has been changed back to the fucking illegible stankass font she originally had it in, too.
Fine. Just fine. Fuck off and die. I tried and tried to improve the image of the company, by changing some of the marketing strategies, and updating the text on both websites to appear as though at least someone in your employ had a grasp on the English language. Forgive me for giving a flying fuck. I sincerely hope your entire business is circling the drain.
Holy shit, you're so much more of a douche than I thought.
Let's review -- how did you get to work that morning? Oh yes, in your Lexus SUV. Which parks next to your wife's Lexus sedan. In the garage of your ginormous mansion on the banks of the river. But I digress.
So today I go to your fucking website, to refresh my memory on how response cards are laid out and worded. And what do I find?
I find that all of the wording that I had painstakingly gone through and corrected, that wording written by your 20 year old protégé who couldn't punctuate a sentence properly to save her soul, has all been changed back to the way it was. And the font has been changed back to the fucking illegible stankass font she originally had it in, too.
Fine. Just fine. Fuck off and die. I tried and tried to improve the image of the company, by changing some of the marketing strategies, and updating the text on both websites to appear as though at least someone in your employ had a grasp on the English language. Forgive me for giving a flying fuck. I sincerely hope your entire business is circling the drain.
Holy shit, you're so much more of a douche than I thought.
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