fuck this job.com

This past week all Sarah the Retard has been babbling about is her upcoming Special Olympics Tennis bullshit. She kept saying "get me (insert item here) to wish me good luck!" ALL FUCKING WEEK. Anything she saw that she didn't have she'd whine "get me it to wish me good luck!"

I had just about had it with her whining and begging for shit that at lunch when she wanted me to give her some girl scout cookies I said, "You can't eat these. They'll make you fat and then you can't play tennis."

She got very upset and went and banged out another hate letter. I grabbed it before she made it to the printer. Read on for some crazy ass ramblings of Sarah's...

"(Jessie Last Name) was very mean to me today she did not give me cookies when I wanted some and i wanted them to wish me good luck when i play tennis next week in hilton head and i have to win because when i win i get gold medals so i need to get cookies so i can win and when i win we go on trips and i want to go on trips because Daddy says we arent going anywhere until 2007."

Fucking A. Maybe I was just extra cranky this week but I am so sick of my company being a babysitting service for rich people who don't want to put their fucked in the head daughter in assisted living.