I was minding my own business while watching porn on the work laptop when the boss man stormed in. He sat down on my desk and slammed the computer shut. Then he leaned forward to put his hand on my shoulder. “Bad news,” he informed me.
“I’m getting fired?” I asked.
He shakes his head. “No, worse,” he said. “My ass cancer has been cured.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I am too. For in the days I believed I was facing mortality, I took comfort in knowing that my time as the boss man of the toilet factory was coming to an end. But god intervened like the bastard that he is and granted me more time on his hellish creation.” The boss man then lifted his fist to the air and cried out to the heavens. “Why oh why can’t he let my torment end?” he lamented. Then he lowered his fist and wiped a tear from his eye. “Anyways,” he continued, “one man’s tragedy is another man’s elation. You don’t have to return to school. I will remain the boss man.”
“Thank Christ!” I exclaimed. Then I opened the trash can and threw in the cyanide tablets.
So in other words, this is good news. Not the curing of my boss’s ass cancer but other part; the part where I don’t have to go back to college. It’s a day of jubilation indeed.

