After a summer of mostly leisure, my mind drifts to the hell that is my job, and the boss called Satan. Well the job is not really hell, but the boss is Satan, Bellezebub,or otherwise known as B-I-T-C-H.
I work in a middle school, I guess as a teacher although I feel more like a test proctor. I imagine quitting, but the bills must get paid, so imagining is all I can afford to do. What do you suggest? I want to go in, do my job and never, ever talk to that bitch Satan. Can you believe that she tried to bring me up on child abuse charges on the last day of school without investigating it first. Of course it was unfounded but she tried to do so much against many teachers this past year. Well that is why so many left, hahaha. I wanted to leave, but after the new principal spoke to Satan, I was told that I could not be offered the position. So such as life, I have to return to hell with the boss named Satan.
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