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well im definately not having a good day at work, im thinking of sending this email to my boss's wife (which makes her pretty much the second boss). i probably would have to pack my things up and leave if i did send it though, which i really, at the moment, don't think i'd care.
email is as follows:
Rikki.. I'm not liking your attitude towards me as of late. Yes i can tell you don't exactly like me. i'm not too sure of the reasons, but if its about what happened with the postage of you families presents i personally don't think you have a right. (and i know thats the reason) First of all, you shouldn't be using petty cash for your personal spendings. did you know that whole thing cost over $100. we never have that sort of money in the petty cash anyway because you never write out the cheques. Also i busted my ass to post them for you. I even caught a cab out to alexandria and paid for it out of my own money. now i don't really think you appreciate the extent i went to that day to post YOUR families christmas presents. I did have a lot of things to do that day. And no, i didn't hear you say to me to wait before i went to the post office. To be quite honest a lot of the time i can't really understand you because you mumble.
I don't think I deserve this treatment im receiving from you. And I can tell your trying to find things that I have done wrong, your searching for ammunition. You don't really appreciate the things I do for you. I don't like getting treated like this and i will stand up for myself here because i don't think im in the wrong this time.
rikki, i don't have anything against you. I have a lot of respect. But im not a doormat. you are so condescending. I won't put up with your attitude towards me.
Thanks,
Billie
(translation)
dear fuck face,
I don't like you at all. I think you’re immature and really stuck up. You’re never at work to see the things I do around here. And when you are here all you do is patronise me. fuck you and your pretentious ways you rude bitch! And next time you have a go at me for ordering in stationery THAT WE NEED, think about how much of the companies money you waste on getting your hair and nails done which does come out of the petty cash, I have seen you do it. and your spoilt brat of a son who walks all over you, whenever he needs mummy to bail him out you go straight petty cash again. And then you have the audacity to turn around to me and have a go because im ordering in things for the office that we NEED and you have the nerve to have it out with me about the fact we never have petty cash. Im sick of you, im sick of having to drop everything and get you a fucking coffee and your lunch because your too lazy to get off you fucken ass and get it yourself. not even a real thankyou. ever. what really happened that day with the post? I didn't hear you say to me to wait, I seriously can't understand you half the time because you mumble in your rich upper class English wanker accent. I came back from the post office, you had already left. there were two parcels sitting on my desk. your precious Vanessa was the one that told me not to worry and post it tomorrow. we didn't have the money to post it. Unfortunately I am not a good liar and when you called up and asked if I posted it, I told you I hadn't. What Vanessa would of done is lie, I wish I did. Anyway do it your fucking self! It wasn't work related. In my job description it said nothing about being your personal fucking slave you lazy retarded fuck! For the salary I’m on, I think its a bit rich of you to treat me like this. Im working for peanuts considering what I do for you. and no I won't put up with it. fuck you, you ugly mole! You’re a child!
email is as follows:
Rikki.. I'm not liking your attitude towards me as of late. Yes i can tell you don't exactly like me. i'm not too sure of the reasons, but if its about what happened with the postage of you families presents i personally don't think you have a right. (and i know thats the reason) First of all, you shouldn't be using petty cash for your personal spendings. did you know that whole thing cost over $100. we never have that sort of money in the petty cash anyway because you never write out the cheques. Also i busted my ass to post them for you. I even caught a cab out to alexandria and paid for it out of my own money. now i don't really think you appreciate the extent i went to that day to post YOUR families christmas presents. I did have a lot of things to do that day. And no, i didn't hear you say to me to wait before i went to the post office. To be quite honest a lot of the time i can't really understand you because you mumble.
I don't think I deserve this treatment im receiving from you. And I can tell your trying to find things that I have done wrong, your searching for ammunition. You don't really appreciate the things I do for you. I don't like getting treated like this and i will stand up for myself here because i don't think im in the wrong this time.
rikki, i don't have anything against you. I have a lot of respect. But im not a doormat. you are so condescending. I won't put up with your attitude towards me.
Thanks,
Billie
(translation)
dear fuck face,
I don't like you at all. I think you’re immature and really stuck up. You’re never at work to see the things I do around here. And when you are here all you do is patronise me. fuck you and your pretentious ways you rude bitch! And next time you have a go at me for ordering in stationery THAT WE NEED, think about how much of the companies money you waste on getting your hair and nails done which does come out of the petty cash, I have seen you do it. and your spoilt brat of a son who walks all over you, whenever he needs mummy to bail him out you go straight petty cash again. And then you have the audacity to turn around to me and have a go because im ordering in things for the office that we NEED and you have the nerve to have it out with me about the fact we never have petty cash. Im sick of you, im sick of having to drop everything and get you a fucking coffee and your lunch because your too lazy to get off you fucken ass and get it yourself. not even a real thankyou. ever. what really happened that day with the post? I didn't hear you say to me to wait, I seriously can't understand you half the time because you mumble in your rich upper class English wanker accent. I came back from the post office, you had already left. there were two parcels sitting on my desk. your precious Vanessa was the one that told me not to worry and post it tomorrow. we didn't have the money to post it. Unfortunately I am not a good liar and when you called up and asked if I posted it, I told you I hadn't. What Vanessa would of done is lie, I wish I did. Anyway do it your fucking self! It wasn't work related. In my job description it said nothing about being your personal fucking slave you lazy retarded fuck! For the salary I’m on, I think its a bit rich of you to treat me like this. Im working for peanuts considering what I do for you. and no I won't put up with it. fuck you, you ugly mole! You’re a child!