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I can finally admit that you played a key role in figuring out who I want to be, but you played no part in getting me there. Thanks, but no thanks....
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So... I guess my last day of work is Saturday... So much for me giving my two weeks. Guess that doesn't mean much huh? I've never held this much resentment towards an employer before. Sure I hated the MFA... But at least they hated me because it was obvious I hated my job. I've done nothing but work my ass off for you cunts (a term I don't use ( Read more... ) -
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Officially hit the second stage in me hating my job..... Going into work fucked up. Next step... Drunken grocery shopping
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This whole thing, with you texting me at one in the morning to see if I can come in early tomorrow.... not okay. Especially since I know your up this late because you've obviously been drinking, and are now too far drunk to want to get up early to work. Oh, and the other week when you took off hours from my time card and put them on the next week ( Read more... ) -
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So you leave for work at seven... You wake me up to say goodbye. I text you before I leave for work at ten. We haven't seen or talked to each other since. When I get home at 11 that night, your already asleep. I climb into bed to say goodnight and after waking you up, that first thing you do is tell me that your mad at me, but you won't say why. ( Read more... ) -
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Some skanky ass ho is trying to move in on my territory..... I'm gonna have to open up a can of whoop ass and SMACK A BITCH! -
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Dear Cuntbag,
I'm about ready to fly back to Massachusetts and kick your conniving cuntish face into the ground.... I can't wait until the day that I can tell you what a loathsome little bitch you are to your face.
Yours Truly,
Serena