[Hey, You!] Trust-Fund-Baby Blues

The company meeting you held? Which lasted an hour? The one you decided to conduct 15 minutes before I was about to get off? The meeting that was supposed to give your employees comfort from the fact that you told ALL of us not only to not cash our paychecks because they would bounce if we tried, but also that you terminated our health insurance without our knowledge? Well, it wasn’t very comforting. How dare you say, “We’re all in the same boat, I mean . . . did you see my car?” Which vehicle are you referring to? The Mercedes, the SUV, or your little Vespa? They all seemed fine to me. Feel free to give me one so that I can sell it to compensate for the paycheck that is worthless until who knows when. You turkey-neck, trust-fund-baby SOB! I don’t believe you are the devil, but you are surely one of his minions.

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