Memories and present

Me: I am going to continue to produce mediocre performance

Boss: We're going to continue producing your meager pay

Me: Agreed

Boss: Agreed

Me: You know I'll continue loosing your mail

Boss: We know.

Me: Al rightly then.

Boss: Alright.

Me: You definitely don't get me

Boss: That's for sure

Me: I'm sometimes sure you hate me.

Boss: We certainly sometimes do. By the way, that shirt sucks

Me: Anything for you.

Boss: We're going to hire someone with more experience

Me: I know I'm just not cut out to direct faxes, transfer calls and sort mail, I'm very sorry about that.

Boss: It never mattered what you think. And yes, that is a camera above your desk, we saw you picking your nose the other day. That was gross. Of all the things you could stop, please stop picking your nose. Thanks!

Me: I'll make a note of it you scum bags.

Boss: Are we through talking?

Me: I'm quite concerned you're a figment of my imagination
Boss: We're concerned you have figments of your imagination. 

Me: Alrighty then. 

Boss: We love you
Me: You make me sick.