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Today is an average day, it’s almost closing time at your work place. You’re an assistant manager at a Costco superstore where you don’t do anything but sit around pushing paper and act like a dickhead because you have a type A personality and yell all the time. You get frustrated easily because you can’t get laid because you’re ugly. Almost all your employees hate you because you’re useless and play games on the computer in your office all day. Even the head store manager thinks you’re a scrawny limp wrist pile of dog s**t; he shook your hand once; your handshake is weak and clammy like a senile elderly woman, it disgusts him.

He immediately writes you off as a worthless human being. You only got the job because he plays golf with your dad who never spent time with you when you were a child. You hastily pack up your paper work in your man purse; unfortunately there is nothing manly about it. You’re angry again because your employee’s keep drawing pictures of you with a phallic symbol in your mouth on the bathroom stalls but your too spineless to do anything about it because you have the muscle tone of a 13 year old. You waste of life.