No - not you but me. That's what I've been told. In a nicely put memo and by having a nice sit down chat with my boss. Gosh, what a great day I'm having. Dah, can someone just stab me in the face please.
HOW in the hell am I a. expected to come in here with a smile plastered on my face when I KNOW you people KNOW I suck (although I don't, someone with hair as fine as mine cannot suck) and b. I hate this place anyways. I come here for reason only - cash money, baby. Which apparently, I don't suck too much since you just decided too pay me more - or to come in here on a daily basis and suck at a higher rate.
You tell me, job - what's it guna be? That's what I thought - shut the hell up.
Now, back to reading other blogs and job searching.
Shirley, out.
