“What did I do to deserve this?” I asked myself as I stared at the fifteen files I needed to revise by today.
Just this morning, Mr. Bosshole was giving me some s**t for God knows what, and now the moss monster had piled all of the revisions on my desk as if she didn’t have a job as well. I’m pretty sure half of these were supposed to be done by her and some of the others on another team but she decided to curse me with them.
I’m going to say it again, for the millionth time – she is such a b***h.
“Ugh,” I groaned before closing my eyes and doing slow breaths in order to calm me down.
“I have a good job, I have a good job, I have a good job.” I repeated over and over, telling myself to try and look at the brighter side of things.
I did have a wonderful job. I got paid a very good
