I bet my group is just waiting for my contract to expire so they can let me go. Cunts. Or, with an Irish accent, conts. Well, either way, I hate them. And that’s what I get. It’s a lot, isn’t it? I get to hate them? They laugh at me because they think it’s meaningless and that’s small.
Management hasn’t given me anything to do. What the hell. Why. What am I expected to do now? I don’t get it! Fack!
Jesus Christ, man… This is so sad…