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I had to come to work on sunday at noon. NOON!! That's almost like, the morning.
Who thinks up these creepy things???
Luckily, last nights party went well, and I am feeling okay even though I am sad from not liking my boss anymore. Why do men need to fuck up my perfectly nice and fun crushes by acting like utter assholes? Why is it that grown men in management still have not learned basic communication skills? (Ryan, its a rhetorical question, do not answer it). And finally, what do I care what about some loser and his callously rejecting my overtures of freindship? Fuck him!
Who thinks up these creepy things???
Luckily, last nights party went well, and I am feeling okay even though I am sad from not liking my boss anymore. Why do men need to fuck up my perfectly nice and fun crushes by acting like utter assholes? Why is it that grown men in management still have not learned basic communication skills? (Ryan, its a rhetorical question, do not answer it). And finally, what do I care what about some loser and his callously rejecting my overtures of freindship? Fuck him!
