Os bastidores da propaganda do momento (en ingrêis)
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Dear Antunes,
I'm writing you this email because I think my time working at Skol has come to an end. I'm not one to complain about my workload, but my job here is too hard for me. And I'm not talking "Viagra" hard, Antunes, I'm talking "slam your face into a concrete wall" hard. I broke three of those stupid stress balls last week. I'm pretty sure that's a sign that I'm under too much pressure at Skol so I think it's time for me to find a better place to work. When it comes to the work environment at Skol, I would compare it to the quality of air inside a portable toilet on a construction site; any logical human being would conclude that it's time for me to open the door and get some fresh air before I suffocate.
And did you know that everyone at the office thinks you're gay? I've decided it must be true; when I ask you a question, you never give a straight answer.
I'm not in diapers anymore, so quit treating me like a child. Besides, the benefits at Skol aren't very good. I can get better elsewhere. I also want you to know that you are a horrible boss and it is clear that you are made of pure evil.
I hope tapeworms take over your intestines,
Venceslau
P.S. Not only are you a bad boss, you're ugly too! Sure sucks to be you.
Postado por Rafael Annoni Lange às 05:24
