Do you people know what it took to get to where I am today? I'm the boss now, and apparently people don't like it. Do I care? Not really. Listen up folks, I put in my time, I did what I had to do, I FUCKING compromised myself in more ways than one to rise to the top. If you think I'm going to give two shits about how you people feel about me, you're fucking wrong. And yeah, okay, sometimes I'm in such a piss-poor mood because of the SHIT I've had to go through, that I'll take it out on your sorry ass. But do you know what? There isn't a goddamn thing you can do about it. You are the worker bee and I am the fucking queen. Get it? If you want to get anywhere in life, you need to start kissing up and you can begin with MY ass. You fucking people don't get it, you just don't fucking get it. Time to leave my West Hills home, drive my luxury car to the Northwest and have a fucking WELL-EARNED meal. And if you're wondering what place of work I'm writing about, try ANY WORKPLACE.—Anonymous