Dear Diary, my boss thinks this new manager can change things around, says this guy is a scholar, man with a plan etc.
I dunno, sometimes I think I picked the wrong boss.
Oh fuck.
Sigh. Here we go again.
My boss is a pretty charming dude, but he's not really capable of managing the company well.
It's a good thing people actually liked him, we get help occasionally.
Then we got lucky a few times here and there.
But shit got real when the rival CEO showed up personally to turn us upside down.
Dear Diary, if I don't make it past this battle, I'd probably die a virgin. So be it.
I don't think it's gonna make a difference this time around.
Even our best sales rep can't cope with the flood of enemies.
I was about to bail, but...
Goddamit, boss. We're gonna lose already.
Whatever you say beardy.
Oh shut the fuck up, scholar. You didn't plan for this.
We bought a little bit of hope with the pits...
But it just ain't enough.
I'm having a shitter of luck here.
Welp, gg.
So much for that heroic retirement I've always dreamed of.
But then there's always hope...
Why the hell not?
Fuck china.