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I am imagining ways I would like to fuck up my boss. Impailed on a cross with money stuffed in every oraphas? I imagine I am Baqggio from the Italian soccer team and his balls being what needs to be kicked in the goal for us to win the world cup. I imagine its like fight club and down in the basement Brad Pitt says "... and the last rule of fight club is... if you're a cheap rat bastard of a boss... you got to fight" In which I come in to beat him till I cant breath anymore from exhaustion.
A bit bitter? Mmmm....yeah I guess a bit. I have worked for this fucker for 4 years. I have been demoted since then MANY times. I've done more for this fucker than any of his employies. The worse part is that everyone that works there knows that I am getting fucked. I've been there longer than all but one person, and she is the head bartender and gets paid the most. I am at the bottom rung, and have just found out that he hires people and pays them more than me. That's fucked.
Im gonna vent this out now, and not talk about it again. Revenge is better served cold. It makes me sooo happy to be moving to Portland. I cant waste my time worrying about what a fuck my boss is. Im gonna redirect my anger and hatred. This just motivates me more to get out of this state and this job.
Aahh... feel better now that I've vented. I want to go hiking or something today. That will further make me feel better. Well I hope to have a more upbeat journal very soon.