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Dear Wegmans,
MOTHERFUCKING COCKJUGGLING NUTPUNCHING ASSMONKEYS, WHERE THE HELL IS MY GODDAMN W-2?!
Sincerely,
Me
Seriously, though, I'm pissed. I need it for my tax return, which I need for my FAFSA, which I want to get out of the way ASAP so I don't have it hanging over my head forever and a day.
Bah. I've got homework to do and three annoyingly long manuscripts to print out. I haven't got time to hate a company that can figure out how to avoid laying people off but refuses to send out W-2s any earlier than the last possible fucking second.
*seethes*
(Oh, and last night I went with my family to see Lewis Black perform. He was freaking hilarious as per usual, although he probably thinks Scranton is full of people who don't get out much considering how many people kept shouting shit from the audience.)
MOTHERFUCKING COCKJUGGLING NUTPUNCHING ASSMONKEYS, WHERE THE HELL IS MY GODDAMN W-2?!
Sincerely,
Me
Seriously, though, I'm pissed. I need it for my tax return, which I need for my FAFSA, which I want to get out of the way ASAP so I don't have it hanging over my head forever and a day.
Bah. I've got homework to do and three annoyingly long manuscripts to print out. I haven't got time to hate a company that can figure out how to avoid laying people off but refuses to send out W-2s any earlier than the last possible fucking second.
*seethes*
(Oh, and last night I went with my family to see Lewis Black perform. He was freaking hilarious as per usual, although he probably thinks Scranton is full of people who don't get out much considering how many people kept shouting shit from the audience.)
