Dear P....R....,
I am just wondering how you sleep at night? Let me tell you how I sleep, with a handfull of Xanax and a Prozac. I lay awake worrying how I am going to tell my daughters that, no, we can't take ballet because daddy put 5 years of his life, heart and soul into a company. He spent 50% of his time away from us, and was excited to be able to talk to his little girls via computer. I lay awake and worry if we are going to be able to afford braces, glasses, or college. I lay awake thinking of the day he came home, with tears in his eyes, and immediatly started looking for a new job. Of course, as you know, this 'economy' sucks, and has been told so by hundreds of potential employers. I lay awake thinking about how his pride was bruised as he had to activate an old pink blackberry so that he could start contacting people trying to find a way to support our little family. I lay awake hoping that something will give, so that I can even take my children to a movie! What I don't lay awake worrying about is that I layed off a perfectly good employee who did everything that I ever asked, worked his ass off so that I could send my kids to ballet, the movies, and yes, even college. That's your job, So sweet dreams asshole.
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