Work

It's been a long day.

Not good enough.

My job hovers around unutterably dul and 'GGRGRGRGGRGRGRGG AARARGHAHGAH...etc...'.
My Soulless Boss was on holiday last week.
OHSeeDee was in charge.
He's ten years younger than me.
He likes his pens to be in very, very straight lines.
The sort of guy who calls his girlfriend 'fat' all the time.
He considers himself to be very, very good looking at extremely intelligent.
He has researched things on the internet, and that makes him an expert of everything.

I made a few small mistakes last week.
I admit it.
I'm holding my hand up.
i rectified those mistakes, put the incorrect work in the bin, carried on.

On monday, Soulless Boss was back.
I go into a side room, and find OhSeeDee had been going through the bins, collecting my incorrect work and had made a nice display for Soulless Boss to see.

OhSeeDee took Soulless Boss in there and gave him a blow by blow account of my failings throughout that week.

OhSeeDee knows that jobs are thin on the ground.
He knows I need this particular job.
He knows I've got two kids to feed and clothe.

I ask you - is there really any need to go so far out of your way to be such a sly, underhanded, backstabbing, two faced, arse licking, cock sucking, despicable piece of cat shit?

That fucker is so far off my Christmas card list it is untrue...

For all of you who have jobs, regardless of how much you like them, be very grateful.

Lots of people don't have work and times are tough.

OhSeeDee - O'seedy

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