Hell at work

I envy those who always say they love their jobs. That means they are happy doing what they enjoy, and get paid for it. Isn't it the best thing one could ever ask for? How come my job is so crappy I feel like screaming every time I go to work? How come I cannot even respect my manager because he is simply a bastard? He can pick on anything at anytime and anyone he likes, and he's NEVER wrong. Go to hell, asshole!!!!!!
I feel like either poison him or just wear my 4-inch high heels and run that heel through his head - thinking about it already makes me high! The office will be perfect if he disappears for good, so anyone, if you have spare rat poison, please leave some for me, in case I need it for a big rat in the office. Shh, don't let it run away okay?
This blog has become more and more violent and R-rated because I have to vent my anger here, or I'll go crazy.