what a difficult time

I just cannot understand why is it to hard to just let go and let me manage myself. Just freaking hell let me know how many sets you need, and I will handle it for you. Shut up and let go and let me do it myself. I do not need your micro-management, and I do not receive it with thanks.

I am also not your assistant who helps you handle your administrative matters. Jolly tell your people to email you direct since you like to be in the loop for everything. I am sure with your high capabilities, you can do everything yourself, especially such minute details. You are in-charge, not me. So please kindly let your people know that they email you everything. NOT ME.

Please also just tell me what you want, instead of letting me guess. Because I cannot guess what you are thinking and I do not know you that well to know what you are thinking. And I also do not wish to know you so well that I know what you are thinking.

It is also not my job to take your place at the VIP table. Your seat is there so jolly-well take it. It is not mine and not anybody else's. It is yours so just take it and shut up. What do you mean by you are more comfortable here? Do I look like I care? I did not wake up everyday to impress you.

I am also not your pigeon. I do not help you pass messages. I am not your assistant. I am an officer. Go get your own bro to do it for you. Not me. Do not fucking sweep everything into my plate.


Also, to my friends:
If you guys want to meet up, just give available dates. Do not say that you will be leaving on so and so dates so if we want to meet up, please hurry. FUCKING HELL. No, I do not wish to meet up with you anymore. Goodbye.
If you are getting married, you can just send me your wedding invitation. What do you mean by if you want to go for my wedding, let me know. FUCKING HELL. I do not wish to attend your wedding then.
What a fool I am. What a fool I have been.

I am counting the sticks on the camel's back. It seems like it will not take long to break it.