Just f***ing do it!

I am your fucking boss. Why the fuck do you have to give me an excuse with every fucking assignment I give you?

You make a fucking personal call when you know I am on a deadline.
I don’t take a fucking lunch, work until you come back from your lunch and then you say you have to go to the fucking restroom.

I am trying my best to deal with your fucking anxiety, your medication, your fucking jerk off of a lazy fucking husband and all your excuses to get you plumbed up. But I am sick of you.

No fucking more! I am done.
Every single mistake is being reported.
After 2 years you still don’t have your job down – fuck it.
I am moving on.
It will be easier to train a fucking money than deal with you and your fucking shit any more.

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