Dear Emily, If you worked for a fantastic company for 10 years, grew + bled for this company, loved this company and it’s people more than words could express and when this fantastic company hired a complete and total moron with no experience in the industry to run the department who then fired all the strong and passionate pillars of that department, which would include you. And when you found out who your true friends were once you left the company, did NOT include those you were closest to — total and complete abandonment by the very people who cried and were enraged by this retarded decision to get rid of you - and when you did see the very people you spent the last 36,500 hours with over a 10 year period - those precious few who you would fight to the death for, take a bullet for…..If those people treated you like you had AIDS when they saw you. Would you tell them to GO FUCK THEMSELVES? Cause I really need to know…

06 1 / 2011

mollyallenbarbour asked: Dear Emily,

If you worked for a fantastic company for 10 years, grew + bled for this company, loved this company and it's people more than words could express and when this fantastic company hired a complete and total moron with no experience in the industry to run the department who then fired all the strong and passionate pillars of that department, which would include you.

And when you found out who your true friends were once you left the company, did NOT include those you were closest to -- total and complete abandonment by the very people who cried and were enraged by this retarded decision to get rid of you - and when you did see the very people you spent the last 36,500 hours with over a 10 year period - those precious few who you would fight to the death for, take a bullet for.....If those people treated you like you had AIDS when they saw you.

Would you tell them to GO FUCK THEMSELVES? Cause I really need to know...

Dear Molly,

No, I most certainly would not. Composure is book in my world so I try to stay as cool as possible when times get tough. Cool as a cucumber in a leather jacket who hasn’t had too much to drink and loses his shit.

That means no crying during break ups (crying should only take place on bathroom floors or in bathroom stalls behind closed doors when you are ALONE so no one can see your pain face), no tantrums when you’re fired (I mean seriously, unemployment = travel and/or eating snacks ALL DAY), and no telling former friends to fornicate themselves (if they’re actually bad people, karma will fornicate them in the end and by end I mean anus, obviously).

A cucumber should help you relax. You can either slice it up and put it over your eyes to meditate or eat it as a nutritious snack—either way you win. Keep your keel, girl.

Cuke-y!

Emily