Just when I thought I've had him deported to the dreadful icebergs of Antarctica, he came back with a wide grin. Tapping on my window, he waived the parchment bearing the bad news:
F_ _ k_ng Sh _t! @#$%**(()_!! Again?!!!!
Due to an unfair rule from the gods of Olympus, I will be denied all the bonuses afforded to all others in my company. Darn! What a way to cap the year, huh!
Well, it's a good thing I’m used to being poor. Armed with my spartan training, I'm sure I will again survive this poverty-marred Christmas, as I have always done during the past years. With nothing to grease my stomach, I’ll probably just pack my bags and heed to the mountains.
And plan for my grand revenge on Christmas eve.