Dear Sir, dear ... Madam? What Madam???
It’s the biggest sausage fest in this lousy brogrammer rat shop! Guess what, assholes: YOU’RE FIRED!
Ok, technically I quit. But this would be the first technical detail you actually understood ever since I started wasting the best years of my life at .
No, I don’t want to “talk it over”. Are you flippin kidding me? All you ever do is TALK-TALK-TALK! Let’s have a bloody meeting about having too many meetings, why don’t we now? My God, you are useless.
May you all choke on this black piss you call coffee. I’m outta here.