Dear Passive-Aggressive Boss,
I really don't appreciate you trying to call me out on my fake excuse for why I didn't come into work on Friday, instead opting to go to Vegas with my friends. It is TOTALLY possible that my boyfriend's daughter could get sick and I would be the only one that could take care of her. Is that really that hard to believe? I think not, you perfect-family having prick.
So telling me that "it only really counts when the kid is actually related to you" makes me feel like you are telling me that just because she didn't come out of my vagina, she doesn't count as my child. You damn right, she is my child! I take care of her like she is my child. I provide for her, I protect her. This is kind of protocol for all my close family. I would do the same for my sister, my mother, my father, my boyfriend. That's MY family, regardless of what some legal documents say. I mean, i may not have any serious family of my own yet, but give me a freakin break, you bastard, I'm still young as hell. So sue me that I haven't popped out 2 kids and had a shotgun wedding yet. Believe me, I'm working on it.
So in the meantime, f*ck you Mr. "my wife barely speaks english yet somehow we fell in love and every year she pops out another mixed baby"! I'm pretty sure that fat-a** VP of finance check you pull in definitely helps maintain your in-flux of "irish twins".
And regardless of the validity of my excuse not to come into work, you and "the partners" should learn how to better kiss my ass in this situation. Because honestly, if my little mama were ever really sick and needed me to take care of her, I would drop everything to come to her aid. How's that for a good explanation?
Wondering if Angie and Brad go through this bullsh*t,