Dear Ms. I Don’t Want To Do Shit,
I know you did a half-assed job on your part, and that you just decided to bullshit everything because you thought I was stupid. Well, I know you didn’t do shit until the last minute, okay? The fact that you don’t even have the fucking definitions for some simple terms that you were assigned to search up proves that you can’t do anything. Yes, I’m sorry for being a controlling bitch, but if you could just get your shit together, then maybe I wouldn’t have to be. Anyway, I hate you. And don’t tell me to calm down, because I can’t do that when I have to work with people who only care to do a fucking mediocre job in life.