You blow through our office looking like a hard-worn whore, dehydrated from last night's drinking binge. You expect all of us to bow down to you as if being the head of a dull, middle-of-the-road organization is equivalent to royalty. We all despise you. Every single one of us.

On a daily basis we curse your complete lack of social skills, your bitchy demeanor, and your apparent lack of skin-care products. Even other managers here read the obituaries daily, hoping your name will be listed. You have reduced staff morale to a level where people would rather cash unemployment checks than be in your presence.

I guess as much could be expected from a skanky, twisted ho from Florida.

--Anonymous