The Word B

today i have nothing nice to write about. i have twice already deleted several paragraphs of text. i am fighting the urge to lash out and make some slanderous comments about my now former employer, the fucking amoeba. get this- yesterday i get a text message on my mobile phone (his favorite method of communication) saying he no longer requires my services for several reasons, blah blah blah. this after 8 days of avoiding my phone calls and text messages (because i know it is the only way of actually getting a message through). how utterly pathetic!
i have one testicle, and i definitely know for certain that i have more balls than this guy. really, i don't care about the job or the money. i am a little short on cash at the moment, but so what? i know i can get another job. what truly pisses me off is the mere fact that this pathetic loser did not have the slightest decency or common courtesy to tell me the "bad news" over a telephone call, much less in person. if this maggot had any sort of relevance in my life i would probably be looking for a get square, but i am not. because i have learned that in life when people experience shit, like the piece of shit this guy is, they flush the toilet. whoosh.
0414705667 -this is his mobile phone number, if you feel like venting your own frustrations, feel free.