Dear Boss Lady,

Why do you hate me so and choose to exert your authority over me at every possible opportunity? Is it my general love of life, which you seem to lack? Or perhaps my basic compassion for human beings, which makes you wither and cringe? Perhaps the fact that I do have a life waiting for me when I leave the office at the same time as you at 6pm every evening? My husband and fabulous friends, which you seem to have had such a hard time capturing? Or maybe it is just my general air of cuteness, fashionable clothing and accessories in colors other than neutrals, and ability to make expressions that do not resemble the Bad Witch from the Wizard of Oz... I am very confused at what I could have done to offend you, after following your every whim, taking one up the ass every time you respond to an email or comment on my work, and working a 55 hour work week at my exempt position since I graced this office 3 months ago. Please figure out your need to beat me into submission or your BFF will be peacing out shortly.

Telling me to take vacation time to go to a funeral after I work my ass off for you was a bit much,
Linds