Who knew the fuckers could read! Somehow the bastards managed to find my blog without drooling all over the keyboards. I woke up today after a week/weekend (that would turn any ones blood to stone)to a letter written by an unnameable employee working for Davis and Henderson. It has been over a month since Ive slaved for Davis and Henderson and man can I ever say I'm thrilled about that. Ive been working downtown Ottawa at a new job, Ive had some hardships here and there but realistically these things are to be expected with switching from job to job.
I woke up and got ready to do some laundry. Thought I'd check the mail and see if there was anything worth while in it (usually there is not) when I came across the letter...
"After an 'extensive' investigation we have found that your performance with Davis and Henderson has been completely unacceptable." I pictured a pale white, veiny, old hag, cooped up in an office and dying of lung cancer. Scribbling madly about an extensive investigation that even if one had taken place she would have in no way been part of anyways. She is the letter mule. She who must cough up tar and use it as ink to spread her ego out on paper.
"On many occasions your Team Leader had made an effort to assist you in improvement." This of course MUST have been witnessed first hand because the sheer and utter truth of that statement could bring one to tears.
"We are also in possession of your personal 'blog' in which you admit to lying about an "at work accident" (I am guessing the quotations must have come from my 'personal blog') and taking taxi money from the Company that was to be used to have your 'alleged' hand injury checked at the hospital and then to take you home."
This is where I as a human as opposed to an employee get a little skeptical. First things first: How in the flying Christ did these people get access or ahold of my blog? Clearly either a supposed friend of mine or acquaintance at Davis and Henderson must have sold me out or blabbed their never silenced mouths off to the wrong people. Fucking eerie thought. The second thing that makes me extremely skeptical is the amount of truth that they have enforced upon my blogs story. My blog is FILLED with poetry, opinion pieces, stories of dreams, and anything I feel like jotting down off of the top of my head. Who are they to say that my article is pure truth. Could I not have just fabricated sections of my story to make myself sound a little more rebellious and adventurous? At what point does Art hold one in contempt? Who is to rule an artists perspective of fact over fiction?
The letter mule. Sits in her office, smokes all day, and watches the news. She believes every word she hears and certainly everything she See's. She is distracted. Her eyes are plagued by anything shiny. She drools, slops food in her mouth, and sleeps sitting up. She is the letter mule and she is worse off than I.
letter mule lol
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