When I opened the envelope and to my horror counted ten $100 dollar bills, I felt nauseous and gross all over. This said employer had told me a couple of months before that he wanted "to take care of me" and that if I "stayed with him", then I did not have to worry "financially". With my earning above $50,000 per year, I can still f*cking put food in my own mouth and wipe my own sh*t. Well, thanks goodness, that I am not a f**king crack whore or otherwise, I'd be in big trouble, haha. Since this worthless piece of sh*t is my f*cking clinical preceptor until April 2011, I have to politely return this "bonus" to the F bag, instead of doing what I really wanted to do which is to let a grand piano fall on him from a height of ten stories. Christ, even the f*cking homeless dope-fiend whom I took care of while I worked in the hospital today, had more integrity then this f*cking sh*t ball. At least the harmless doppy stated straight out that he wanted narcotic, so what you wanna do about it.
Give me a man who works for $15 per hour who still lives with a roommate to split the rent along with a beer gut along with 2 other back-up girlfriends on the side instead of this pieceless work of sh*t with his F*cking palatial estate/ride and his patients/colleauges who gushed over how great he was, blah, blah, blah... well he might have saved their f*cking mothers' lives, but he ain't doing rite by me. FFF!!!
Thank you for listening.