Angry? Mad as hell and you can't take it anymore? Get something off your chest and it could be published online and/or in print. Bitches are anonymous and may be edited for length, grammar, spelling and our lenient standards of propriety.
Monday, December 19, 2011
This year, an equally close family friend who practically raised me passed away, and when I ask to attend his memorial service, you say "It's too busy to let you have a half day off. And anyway, didn't a bunch of people already die last year? You probably don't have anybody left."
People die, sometimes lots of people we're acquainted with. I don't schedule their untimely demises, and if I did, the busiest time of the year at work when I pick up everyone else's slack wouldn't be the time I chose either.
And actually, fucktard, I don't have anyone left, so thanks for being an insensitive prick. And now, I don't even get to pay my respects to the last person I had left whom I considered "family". —Can't Wait 'Til My Degree Qualifies Me For a Better Job