Piss & Vinegar

It's official - I hate my boss!!!! and my job. I wonder if he can feel the thousands of daggers I'm shooting in his Armani-clad back. I cant stand his annoying motivational phrases like

"Come now guys, not enough WOW factor there. We can do better than that...hmmm?"

I fantasise about hiding his palm-top (which seems to be permanently glued to his hand!) and strategically placing a blob of jam (or maybe glue, if I'm feeling really wicked) on his seat so he's walking around with a suspicious looking stain on his Tommy Hilfigers for the rest of the day!

Okay, so thats childish, I know, but I wont allow myself to indulge the more sinister leanings I might have towards him!

I dream about spewing a bilous diatribe on him and telling him to stuff his job, then storming out of the place with enough WOW factor to blow his pea-sized brain completely!

Aghhhhhhhhhhh

I feel slighly better now. Thanks for listening.

6 months to go.....depression sets in....