Oranges grow on trees...

I didn't know what to call this post...but I really HATE my fucking job. My supervisor: 1. has no spine 2. is more defensive than a chastity belt 3. expects people to do stuff for her OUTSIDE OF WORK just because she asks My Sales Manager: 1. has a bark that only serves as a way of making him feel macho 'cause he has absolutely NO power 2. Wears flannel EVERY friday My VP of Sales 1. Makes promises to our customers that have no way of physically being met unless every one our company never goes home. 2. Throws around the 'everyone is replacable' crap 3. Drives the ugliest fucking car all while wearing fake Gucci shoes These are just some of the reasons I hate my job...there are far too many to list all of them. Can someone please call Hollywood and tell them I'm waiting for my closeup?