What up dick nuts? To be honest, working for you the last four months have been a living hell. Every day I woke up I took a shot of Jack then placed my Desert Eagle .50 in my mouth and considered pulling the trigger. Yeah, like Riggs in Lethal Weapon 1. But when I thought about it I realized; why should I deny the world of my awesome when you’re the one who sucks goat balls. So every day for the past four months I wanted to punch you in the face. You often take credit for my work and then you would ask me to stay late researching a problem but when I would show you the results in the morning, you’d let me know that you knew about the problem months ago but forgot. This is one of the many reasons why April 24th will be my last day.
Your management style is worse than the time Gargamel kidnapped Papa Smurf and Brainy Smurf was left to run the village, yeah chaotic. That plus the meager wages and giving us quarterly bonuses in Dave and Busters gift certificates has driven me to seek employment elsewhere. That’s right, I’m trying to get paid bitch!
In closing working for SBI has been the worst experience of my life. I feel that I have regressed as a human being. My experience here will give me nightmares and will require years of therapy for me to reverse. I wish you all nothing but the worse. I hope your dog dies of herpes and your mother get’s the clap. Also I feel that now would be the appropriate time to bring to your attention that I finger banged your wife during the company holiday party… in the janitors closet (put two fingers up to nostril and sniff).
Kindly eat a huge veiny gorilla dick.
VK OUT!
It is now ok to proceed and “Du da Stanky Leg†out of his office. Smack an Administrative Assistant on her wobbly ass on your way back to your cube. Then take a two hour lunch where you go see The Fast and The Furious. I mean that’s how I did it. Then walk out like a boss