unemployed again
awake until 3 am
i’m so freaking bored
unemployed again
awake until 3 am
i’m so freaking bored
A week from today
I’ll have started my new job
And forgotten you
Don’t run to my boss
Come to me with your problems
You fat, ignunt wanch!
You’re really leaving?
Who will I laugh all day with?
I think I might cry…
Won’t you please come in?
And shut the door behind you
We’ve much to discuss
The stench left by you
In the fourth floor men’s bathroom
Means: Dude, eat less beans
Everything will be
Ok if only because
Taylor Swift says so
You think you can quit,
But my money says you won’t
You big sissy boy.
My boss doesn’t know
How to do her job. Why should
I be good at mine?
You work your ass off
I’m lazy as shit. But look
Who got promoted!
