To Mr. Lawrence, I worked with your fat stinky self for three years. Doing everything you asked me to do, getting criticized day after day when you were pissed off at your wife.  I did jobs that were below me, jobs that had nothing to do with hat I was hired for… doughnuts anyone?  Then after three freaking years you decide to tell me that because of the ‘economy’ it just isn’t working?  Then tried to make me feel two foot tall by telling me all the things I did wrong!

I happen to know that your stupid little business is doing just fine, not anymore of course since I rearranged all the files, good luck finding someone in this middle school drop out town to figure out that mess!  Maybe it was wrong, but even more wrong was you trying desperately to cheat on your wife, only you were too fat to ever find a little mistress.   Why she is even with you is beyond me, maybe it’s the money- but soon you wont have much of that, I fu$%ed up your filing system enough to make it impossible to contact the right customers and order the right materials.

The next time you decide to fire someone because even they wont go down on you you should think about this,  the hell you are going through right now trying to figure out where everything went- oh yeah, and the call you will be getting today from the lawyer about the sexual harassment and subsequent firing… have fun explaining that one to your wife!  You won’t actually have to explain anything, remember the security cameras you put in the shop last year- yeah- those are still working, and the tapes are among the missing crap in the office, three copies- one to my lawyer, one to your wife, and another for backup… again, F*%K off,  lets see you get around this one!

Shove it,

T.S.

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