fuck all to hell
June 29, 2004 � 12:11 a.m.

Now, let's see....how's this for a fucking great lot of news?

Came to work this morning...and the big boss was gone.

His desk was cleared out and there was nothing left behind but the picture of him and his wife on the side of his organizer.

Gone...vanished...splitsville...poof.

Gone.

And no one knew what the fuck happened or what the hell was going on and everyone was spouting conspiracy theories instead of working all day. I sat at my desk, not really commenting or concerned...just trying to muddle my way through my and Lola's work load which was enormous.

By five o'clock, the under bosses came out of a back room to tell us they just got off the phone with corporate and they are NOT closing us and we ARE moving to a new building by the end of the week and the big boss is no longer associated with HIS business...AT ALL.

Moving my ass...we are getting sacked! I packed up my cd's and important shit and took it to the car when I left tonight. We are supposedly going to be visited tomorrow by some suits to explain everything to us and tell us where we are moving...but bullshit is thick in the air, darlings...I have been here before...

I bet we come to the spot on Friday and the doors are locked and our shit is on the sidewalk. Like I need this NOW...like I need this EVER...

What the fuck will I do if I lose my damn job? I have $130 in the damn bank...and Darryl is broke. After I pay rent I am assed out.

Oh fuck all...fuck all to hell...