Open message to "Billy", the kid at work

[matrixrefugee]

Edited to fix broken LJ-tag. I still better warn you: It's very raw...



Hey, listen up, baby-boy. Yeah, you: the fat smart-aleck kid. I'm only gonna say this once, so keep your damn ears open.

You're here to work. Not goof around with the god-damned bags. Not pick on the female clerks. Not make fun of your female supervisor. Too bad she doesn't have as much of a spine as I do, because if I was in her shoes, I'd rip you a new asshole faster than you can say "Yeah, but you're just a wimpy girl." You keep your eyes open, your mouth shut and your hands busy. That's what the company is payin' you to do. Not look pretty, because believe me, if that's pretty, I'd hate to see what fuggin' ugly looks like. You think bein' sassy to the boss-lady is cute? Well, guess what: It Fuckin' *AIN'T*. It makes you look like the asshole teenager that you are. Grow up already! Welcome to the god-damned real world! You're here to work. You think the world owes you something? Well, guess what: It doesn't owe you a fuckin' red CENT. You gotta earn your way, baby-boy, and you sure as hell ain't gonna pay your way with your looks: What you got, no one would pay twenty bucks for.

Yes, I got the right to call you "baby-boy". Why? Because I was studying long division when you were learning how to piss in the pot. Now get back to work and shut your fuckin' hole!

((Woo, that feels good!))

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[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

I meant it was raw when compared to my usually fairly G to PG-rated standards. (Well, when I'm not posting NC-17 fanfictions...)