Ideas

Of course my ideas were a one-of-a-kind! They were MY ideas!! How dare he praise me about my brilliantness and immidiately take it away by telling me that they were worthless when used in the conference??

My life. My life he has ruined! And for what? A stupid office with more stupid space, a stupid large desk with every electronic gadget known to man, and oh yes, a lot more money. Money that I could have earned. Stupid, stupid money. That I could have used to pay my bills with! Ah, but he says, this is life. If his life was so bad, he would be complaining about it too!

Why, Karma? Why must you refuse to help a sister out? Why must stupid guys like him get more than, well, me? But now, my belief in your existance has dissapeared like your desire to do whats right!