This e-mail came from an employee at the ex-big 5 accountnacy firm Andersen. Obviously wanting to get her own back on her boss. She sent it to all her mates on e-mail and blind copied her entire department (about 150 people)...
My manager's a sadist A total utter tw@t Can't believe I'm a tax analyst And haven't had the sack Andersen f#cked Enron's accounts And pocketed a payoff Employees' futures were cast in doubts And they made a 30% lay off So Redundancy I did volunteer But they wouldn't let me quit They said the firm held me dear What a load of sh1t 'Your Japanese would be missed' A lame excuse, be assured Haven't spoken it for years except when p1ssed And hijacked a tourist's skate-board! They imprisoned me, I had to stay They thought they'd rid me in September There'd be no need for statutory pay Nor any other payoff to tender So my manager became an @rse And gave me loads of cr@p His allegations were a total farce He wants to give me the sack 'Your leather trousers don't suit this profession' I answered back, he got redder and redder. I told him that it wasn't for fashion But to protect me from the paper shredder! I filed a divider an incorrect colour He had a fit - it was pathetic His explanation was no less duller Than 'it isn't suitably aesthetic' Then I got b0llucked again When my post-it note wasn't straight And once I used the wrong colour pen I obviously can't control my fate But those pedantries don't go on my report Dividers and post-its left out of the tale Instead they write, to cut it short 'Helen ignores small detail' My manager's being irrational Its total utter cack Calls me unprofessional And threatening the sack His head's so big it looks absurd Upon his spindly body He waddles like a penguin bird And looks a bit like Noddy With social skills, he's very lax Terribly serious and awfully staid Bet his wardrobe's full of anoraks Must be months since he got LAID! He makes his staff all defiant And drives them all insane They wish he'd go see a c1ient Or go out and spot a train! My manager's pedantic And talks a load of cr@p It's driving me frantic I wish I'd get the sack Our pay review is over due Andersen's cancelled any bonus We'd be better off in the dole queue Or if a head-hunter would phone us I'd spend my days on a real long lunch On good old income support I'd no longer have to number crunch Without even cutting my salary short I'd maybe miss free stationary Or calling mum on the office phone But I could lie in till half past three And freeze repayments on my loan My manager's a sadist On whom the world should have sh@t I'm no longer a tax analyst Cos I've given myself the sack! I've handed in my resignation Before I'm humiliatingly fired I'm suddenly filled with elation Off to get thoroughly WIRED! RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA BAIL AS SOON AS I CLICK 'SEND' COS WHEN MY BOSS CHECKS HIS MAIL HE'LL GO RIGHT ROUND THE BEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On leaving here I'm gonna run Run run very far Not going to think 'what have I done!' Until I reach a bar And there I'll order pink champagne And drink to poor Andersen staff My boss will be going madly insane But I'll sit and sip and drink and laugh (these views are mine not the firms) Well, the only thing I'm going to miss about this profession is telling people I'm a 'taxi driver' because of its phonemic resemblance to the term 'tax advisor'. But no time to dwell, the afternoon is young and I'm a-leavin'. Please accept this as a viable excuse not to personally notify you that this e-mail address will be no longer be active. Most of you have my non work e-mail. If not, it shouldn't be too hard to find. For those of you in London it would be lovely if you could come and help me embrace the world of unemployment. After I do like Elvis and leave the building (apologies to flatmates for shamelessly usurping the phrase), past the plastic blue cow at the entrance, affectionately named 'Blue Moo', I am going to head to Gordon's wine bar right outside Embankment Tube - my fave bar. (no drunkard steeple-chasing this time I promise!) You'll see me, I'll be the p1ss head sitting in a corner on my own with pink champagne. BYE Helen With lurrrrve X It's never a good idea to make an employee work their notice and then give them sweet jack diddley poo to do. That's how you get Creative Accountants
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