One year

Only one year , I can pay off the car and the mortgage. One year to work for the fattest, smelliest man that I have ever met in my life. He tethers me to him because no one can stand him at the company. He thinks that we are friends, dude we are not and I must be a complete socio to pull this off.

Management straight up the chain… nuts

One year

I even have a countdown clock…seconds…

 
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