In case of fire......RUN.......
Dearest Fraudulous deceitful person I work with:
There is a fire burning inside of me. Not yielding to anything in it's path. It is unmanageable, torrid, and angry. It is not a cinder burning slowly, but a maniacal blaze inthe pit of my stomach. It travels up to my soul, burning everything with a fury so massive and uncomprehensible. I am not mad. I am lit. I am not pissed. I am fucking furious. Why? It's not because I have to work hard. I like to. But because others around me, like you don't. Don't make excuses for why you can't do something. Don't tell me you'll make it up to me. I am incensed from the ground up. I can't even imagine what I will say to you if you come to me once more. I will no longer carry your dead weight on my shoulders. For you have worn me down so thinly down to the bone, that I can not even bear my own weight at this state. I hate to bitch about it, and right now I am tucking my ball of fury deep inside. I will not explode but merely implode one day, and every miscontruity will then be brought to light. I will no longer be able to face my inner demons alone, but all of you will have to face them alongside me. I will not tolerate being stepped on any longer. You will pay for your sins. And you will only have me to answer to. You shouldn't have pressed so hard on me, because now there is no turning back. That massive destruction happening inside of me will one day be your greatest downfall and my most prized asset. You will rue the day you did this to me.
I can't discard our friendship over our work relationship. I know that. But if you want to take over, then at least be fucking responsible enough to get your work done. Not eventually, but when it needs to be. You are constantly forgetting things. Little things. Big things. And yet, everyone overlooks it. As though you were some golden child to be reckoned with. I am left to wonder if I were to mess up if I would be forgiven with such ease. But I realize that I will never be that. People expect too much from me, and I always give way. I try not to vent about it, but the diarrhea of the mouth is an affliction I have had since I was a child. I will spew all evidence free of consciense and free of guilt. I can't carry this torch any longer. I will not cover up for you when you know better.
I am angry. No, I am enraged. Maybe it is the lack of sleep. Maybe it's your pathetic lies. Your overlooking major and miniscule details in everyday life. Maybe it's that I have nothing better to do. I work. I work. And I work some more. Why? Because I like to be busy. But I despise being the prey in your predatorous ruling here. I am not the cause of this inferno. I am not the pitiable wilderbeast in the rear of the pack, awaiting my inevitable demise by your voracious lies. I am nothing more to you than a doormat. But don't you fucking think about wiping your feet on me. Because if that is your arrangement, I will surely rise up from the ground you have placed me upon and emerge from it with such wrath and revulsion that you will be repentant of your faults.
Be forewarned. In case of fire.....Run....runaway....for I will surely attack.....
♥ Sincerely yours, ♥
The unpacifyable PERSON you work with
There is a fire burning inside of me. Not yielding to anything in it's path. It is unmanageable, torrid, and angry. It is not a cinder burning slowly, but a maniacal blaze inthe pit of my stomach. It travels up to my soul, burning everything with a fury so massive and uncomprehensible. I am not mad. I am lit. I am not pissed. I am fucking furious. Why? It's not because I have to work hard. I like to. But because others around me, like you don't. Don't make excuses for why you can't do something. Don't tell me you'll make it up to me. I am incensed from the ground up. I can't even imagine what I will say to you if you come to me once more. I will no longer carry your dead weight on my shoulders. For you have worn me down so thinly down to the bone, that I can not even bear my own weight at this state. I hate to bitch about it, and right now I am tucking my ball of fury deep inside. I will not explode but merely implode one day, and every miscontruity will then be brought to light. I will no longer be able to face my inner demons alone, but all of you will have to face them alongside me. I will not tolerate being stepped on any longer. You will pay for your sins. And you will only have me to answer to. You shouldn't have pressed so hard on me, because now there is no turning back. That massive destruction happening inside of me will one day be your greatest downfall and my most prized asset. You will rue the day you did this to me.
I can't discard our friendship over our work relationship. I know that. But if you want to take over, then at least be fucking responsible enough to get your work done. Not eventually, but when it needs to be. You are constantly forgetting things. Little things. Big things. And yet, everyone overlooks it. As though you were some golden child to be reckoned with. I am left to wonder if I were to mess up if I would be forgiven with such ease. But I realize that I will never be that. People expect too much from me, and I always give way. I try not to vent about it, but the diarrhea of the mouth is an affliction I have had since I was a child. I will spew all evidence free of consciense and free of guilt. I can't carry this torch any longer. I will not cover up for you when you know better.
I am angry. No, I am enraged. Maybe it is the lack of sleep. Maybe it's your pathetic lies. Your overlooking major and miniscule details in everyday life. Maybe it's that I have nothing better to do. I work. I work. And I work some more. Why? Because I like to be busy. But I despise being the prey in your predatorous ruling here. I am not the cause of this inferno. I am not the pitiable wilderbeast in the rear of the pack, awaiting my inevitable demise by your voracious lies. I am nothing more to you than a doormat. But don't you fucking think about wiping your feet on me. Because if that is your arrangement, I will surely rise up from the ground you have placed me upon and emerge from it with such wrath and revulsion that you will be repentant of your faults.
Be forewarned. In case of fire.....Run....runaway....for I will surely attack.....
♥ Sincerely yours, ♥
The unpacifyable PERSON you work with
posted by The Devil at
9:09 AM
2 Comments:
This reminds me of that episode of the Simpson's with Frank Grimey. Just don't go crazy and start grabbing electrical wires trying to act like her. Just tell her she's a piece of shit and tell the docs when she doesn't do something.
I DO.......
But they just shrug it off and say that's just how she is....
I mean...if I am late on the work....I get big shit about it....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH.....
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