To the heartless unfeeling bitch that we all know and love.
You may be the boss here but you're not the boss of me.
You may be the boss of the company but you're not the boss of my life.
Stop being so inconsiderate and selfish and so fucking money minded that you start counting the seconds that we're not doing our work and just taking a breather.
Stop being so inconsiderate and don't get pissed off when we get sick and stop complaining.
We may not be the superwoman that you are but at least we have a life.
We remembered you saying you don't care if we have families as long as we work till we die.
We remember you saying you don't care if we're sick, as long as we can call in sick, we should be able to work.
What kind of a monster are you?
Stop being so money minded. There's only so much you can take to the Other Side with you...
And get married. If someone wants you. We're sick of you getting jealous of us everytime we leave on time to be with our families.
We're sick of you trying to make us come in before the sun rises and leave when the sun has set.
We have a life, and families, even if you don't.
You're a sad, pathetic, heartless, money-minded bitch.
And money is all you will have till you die alone in your bed.