Minigoats gets to see what death tastes like because I'm going to murderate his ass. He just walked out the door for Christmas. As in, didn't take my project with him to read over (the reason I've been having to work my ass off on this damn report). As in, just rendered this huge rush and all the stress and all the overtime I've worked this week pointless. I don't even get the satisfaction of handing it to him before Christmas.
No announcement yet.