To the bosses of my bosses,

GO FUCK YOURSELVES AND YOU PRECIOUS BONUSES YOU GET AS A RESULT OF THE WORK OF OTHERS.

I have been a supervisor in my office for about eight months and there is no way anyone would know unless I told them.

Do I feel like I am in charge of anything? No!

Numbers, numbers, and numbers... "The name of the game is numbers". I've heard it all before.

The economy sucks and the proof is on my desk at work, in the bags underneath my eyes, in my gym bag that is not in use because there is simply no time, etc...

ALL YOU FUCKS OVER ON BISHOP STREET AND IN DILLINGHAM,

AGAIN, GO FUCK YOURSELFS AND YOUR GOLF GAME OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU WALKING ASSHOLES DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME.

Spare time... something nice to have isn't it?