Ignorance Is Bliss

I've been spending the past few weeks at work cursing the ground my boss walks on keeping busy while I'm updating the company's website because my boss is Hitler revisited apparently I'm the only one in the office who looks like a doormat fears the reaper knows html.

It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't such a fuck had bothered to give me the information on all of the 200 machines we sell when I asked for it. Or if he wouldn't curse my name blame me for the delay when he waited until 2.5 months after it was supposed to be finished to shit on my head toss the project on my desk.

So I can't wait until the damn thing blows up Terry drops dead it's done because until then I'm Terry's butt boy taking it up the ass somewhat stressed.