tengu

Mom allows you to burn your hand on the stove. You do it once. Then, mom doesn't worry about you burning your hand on the stove anymore.

As a child you are forced to wash and dry the dishes. You loudly protest this form of slave labor. Due to recklessness, you break one dish too many. You find yourself forever relieved of said oppressive duty.



Fuck you for making me train the new kid. Babysitting was not part of my job description, nor am I receiving any compensation for taking time away from my regular caseload (which, surprisingly, does 'not' mysteriously disappear just 'cause the new kid needs him some learnin').

Training newbies, boss lady, is supposed to be your responsibility. Not mine.

My heart is filled with no small amount of joy when you fail to act all surprised after I spent the greater part of this week sitting within earshot, teaching the kid all manner of fucked up shit that just totally ain't in our S.O.P.

As I was walking out the door this afternoon, you casually told me you would finish bringing 'im up to speed. It really is a shame...

... Thursday's lesson was going to cover "downloading porn on the company dime".