Thank fuck.

There's nothing he's not a fucking expert on. You can hear his fucking voice wherever he is in the office. Every phone call, every conversation. And it's only ever him talking and some poor fucker listening.

We've practically never spoken since I came here last July and yet he still ate the treats I brought in for my birthday. Did he thank me or wish me Happy Birthday though? Like fuck he did.

What a cunt.

August can't come soon enough.

Whose departure are you looking forward to?