The Life of a Fashion Designer

Being a famous fashion designer is hard work. Long hours, everyday, every week.  Sometimes I wish I could just say, "Fuck it all." Unfortunatly, I can't. I walked into my office this morning with a huge red note on my desk that read," Fire Jenn today, don't forget!" It was a note I had written myself the previous night. Today was the big day that I had to let Jenn go. It was nothing personal, but she was a shitty ass assistant. The one thing that broke the camel's back was her lack of passion. Fashion inspires me, and I want everyone around me to enjoy what they are doing; Jenn doesn't give a fuck. I called the front desk and asked for her to join me in my office. I refused to beat around the bush, and I told her, she had to go. Her face went blank. I thought she was going to cry, when all of a sudden she knocks everything off of my desk and tells me to go to hell and then stormed off. I did not know what to do, say, or feel. I was furious.  I called security and demanded something happen to her. The officer said he was incapable of finding Jenn. Disappointed, I continued with my normal day routine. I got a phone call an hour later, informing me that my mercedes was being tampered with. What a surprise, it was Jenn. Luckly, my car was not touched, and thankfully Jenn is where she belongs, jail. Thank God for karma right?