Dear Fugly Creepy Office Ghost
17 years ago
Dear Fugly Creepy Office Ghost,
Although the title of this entry calls you a ghost, you are not mythical, as I would so wish. Stop coming into work every day when you don't HAVE to. You're an instructor. Get over it.
Stop using the office supplies. You don't pay for them.
Stop mumbling. It's annoying. Stop sitting there and staring at us when we're trying to do work. It's creepy and I hate it. She does too. No wonder you've never been kissed and you're like a billion years old.
Stop wearing shorts and stained t-shirts. Ew. Get a life and stop coming in. I heard about you stalking the last girl and the only reason they keep you around is because they absolutely HAVE to. You have the money to get your own internet so DO IT. Stop creeping around the office.
She only feels sorry for you. She doesn't like you. In fact, we DREAD when you come in. Oh, and using the hydro, office supplies, internet, air conditioning, etc, and then NEVER DOING A FUCKING THING TO HELP OUT ONE IOTA?! I hate you. I hate being left alone when you're there. I hate it when you're in the same room as me.
I used to feel sorry for you.
Fuck you in the neck with a ballpoint pen,
The office wench who is clearly terrified and creeped out by the very thought of your presence.
Although the title of this entry calls you a ghost, you are not mythical, as I would so wish. Stop coming into work every day when you don't HAVE to. You're an instructor. Get over it.
Stop using the office supplies. You don't pay for them.
Stop mumbling. It's annoying. Stop sitting there and staring at us when we're trying to do work. It's creepy and I hate it. She does too. No wonder you've never been kissed and you're like a billion years old.
Stop wearing shorts and stained t-shirts. Ew. Get a life and stop coming in. I heard about you stalking the last girl and the only reason they keep you around is because they absolutely HAVE to. You have the money to get your own internet so DO IT. Stop creeping around the office.
She only feels sorry for you. She doesn't like you. In fact, we DREAD when you come in. Oh, and using the hydro, office supplies, internet, air conditioning, etc, and then NEVER DOING A FUCKING THING TO HELP OUT ONE IOTA?! I hate you. I hate being left alone when you're there. I hate it when you're in the same room as me.
I used to feel sorry for you.
Fuck you in the neck with a ballpoint pen,
The office wench who is clearly terrified and creeped out by the very thought of your presence.
He keeps asking me for my stuff.
And tried to take my dog when she was a puppy.
We should kill them both at the same time. I'd be happy :3