1/4 Appriciated

Today is our quarterly employee appreciation luncheon. It feels nice to be appreciated four fucking times a year. The oh-so-benevolent management allows an entire two-hours to participate in the celebration of us. They throw this huge party, the kind of party where we-the-appreciated bring our own food. What do they call that kind of party? Some people call it “potluck,” I call it “cheap-ass bastards won’t pony up to substantiate their falsely proclaimed appreciation of their menial subordinates.” I guess “potluck” is easier to say, though. I signed up to bring a piece of shit desert to this piece of shit luncheon. Sadly for management, they will neither sample my crumbly coffeecake nor be blessed with my suave presence. I am boycotting.

Bite me, management!
...and so it was written, shenry at 7/25/2003 10:40:00 AM.
...and so it was appended with .