You hired servers because their asses looked good in jeans, then you threatened their jobs because they weren't "professionals." You hired homeless dishwashers, with as little ambition as possible, so you could continually abuse them.

You don't even have the balls to fire your own employees. You and your lackey managers ride their asses until they're broken bitches who quit in order to keep from enduring your endless psychological torture. You allow your hand-picked managers to fuck up; then you don't correct them, so you save face.

Every day you got loaded while you worked. I didn't respect your decisions or trust your observations, because you're a raging alcoholic. You drank your tequila all day long, up until you were walking to your car to drive home. You would sneak out, so no one called the cops to pull your ass over.

I hope you hit an innocent bystander while driving home drunk one night, just so you might get a lot of jail time and be physically tortured.

--Anonymous