After I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, I beat up the old man who owed me money, wanted back the ancestral ring that my ex-girlfriend had usurped, and finally pinned my fault-finding and vicious boss on his desk and swallowed his cynicism.
Even workers will go crazy!
"Do you feel good, huh? I've tolerated you for a long time!"
The tie tied his hands to the head of the bed, his mouth was blocked, and his face was covered with tears.
From that day on, he never dared to throw a folder in my face like before.
It lasted for six months, and the doctor told me that it was a misdiagnosis.
That night, I was handcuffed to the bedside by the boss in a suit and leather shoes. His pointed shoes stepped on my neck, and the cigarette ashes were dusted on my body with his fingertips.
"Do you feel good, huh? I've tolerated you for a long time."
Purpose: Funny article