Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?


October 11, 2001 - 6:24 p.m.

#$%&^@!!!

I need a fucking job. Damn it, my severance runs out at the end of the God damned month and Iím getting fucking panicky. More than that Iím getting pissed off at these chickenshit assholes who are afraid to make a move because of the fucking economy.

Get over yourselves, shitbreath. Take a risk.

According to my performance evaluations at my previous jobs, I fucking walked on water according to my bosses. I probably saved the company over half a fucking million dollars because I had the courage to stick my neck out and get the job done on time and under budget. And if needed I stayed late and gave up weekends to do the deal. Is that fucking good enough for your ass, Mr. Employer?

They say I have no sales experienceÖ what the fuck do you think Iím doing now? Iím selling me, JohnnieV.

Assholes.







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