I hate my job. I hate my boss especially. He is a rude, angry, sadistic son of a b****. He just enjoys hurting people for no reason. I want to give my two weeks’ notice SO BAD, but I have bills to pay, so I have to wait until I at least have a lead on a new job–or until they fire me, I guess. I’m just so done with being raked over the coals every day because my boss is too goddamned lazy to read his documents before they go out to the clients. Every other account manager in the office reads their documents, just in case I make a mistake. And mistakes happen; I’m human, and the miscommunication in this office is intense. All of my co-workers AND my boss write in scribble-scratch handwriting. They word things confusingly. Then, after I type it up to the best of my ability, I proofread it, but if the original source material is confusingly written and written in illegible handwriting, how am I supposed to know what’s correct? I never have this problem with any of the other managers. The boss is the only one who refuses to take any responsibility for what’s on his documents. I mean, if he doesn’t even look at them, there’s only ME to blame if there’s a mistake, right? Vile monster. He creates problems for himself and then screams at me. He is the only person for whom I could say I would not be the least bit sorry if he were to die horrifically. He has been the cause of so much pain, fear, and anxiety in me over the past three years that I should send him my therapist’s bill; he’s half the reason I needed therapy. Men like him are truly the face of evil. Nine Inch Nails’ song “Head Like a Hole” could have been written about him. I simply cannot wait until the day that I can leave this place, with both middle fingers held high in my worthless boss’s face. I hope he dies. I hope he dies painfully.

This happens every day. All I want is one day when I don’t