Dead Trees Will Fall

I hate that fucking cunt with every fiber of my being. There is just something about her that I can no longer stand. I take one look at her face and the shape of it ALONE makes me CRINGE. In disgust I assume.

The bitch is not only a complete moron, but a conspiring old WITCH. Her lacking knowledge of computers boggles the mind. The bitch didn’t learn how to burn a CD until Wednesday and even so, she STILL doesn’t understand the concept. She thinks CDs are like floppy disks, where she can save and erase as she pleases.

She’s 45, has an Ipod, a cell phone, a blackberry, and a Palm Pilot. How she comes from a journalism background and knows nothing about the basics of computers beats the fuck out of me.

The bitch claims she comes to work at 10 and leaves at 6. The truth: she comes in at 10:20 and leaves at 4:30. Her classic “working from home” quote IS A CROCK. I DO HER WORK. She sits on her ass and sends e-mail. That’s her job.

CC this person and BCC that person.

Her unrealistic deadlines are imposed on me and I can never get anything done. Someone makes a mistake, she blames me. “That’s not good service, Brandon!” I want to drop a house on that bitch-right on HER HEAD.

If I hear about her fucking demon-baby son one more time, I will quit. I can’t stand that bitch. Her voice hurts my ears. I like it when she wastes money. Let’s pay a graphic designer $100 an hour, but let’s pay Brandon $14; HE does 5x as much work.

That trifling and egotistical bitch. She’ll turn on a dime. She is so bad at what she does… she thinks she knows everything there is to know about design, marketing, and managing. She doesn’t know SHIT. That is one evil and ugly BITCH. Ugly like the bark of a dead tree. That’s what she is… a dead fucking tree. A dead tree gets no love, no care, and no attention.

Eventually, all dead trees FALL.