MIRA, CARAJO!

Look-uh here, CPA ... don't fucking call me to tell me you feel like I'm pissed at you. My doctorate degree disallows me from correcting you. So, if you were looking for me to smooth things over to make your little feelings not hurt so much ... you're out your god damn mind.

Secondly, when I ask you if we're done with the month end numbers and you say yes ... I don't think that it's way out of left field for my next request is for you to send me a copy of the final numbers so I can see what they look like.

WTF is "I don't think I'm supposed to send that to you" supposed to fucking mean? You're not SUPPOSED to? Kiss my ENTIRE ass, ok? Because the reality here is simple:

1. We work for the same mother fucking company
2. I am responsible for the financial performance of these programs

So, get to gettin' and forward me the final numbers. This stupid little hide-the-financials game is likely the very reason all the numbers are jacked up.

Hit the forward button - send the fucking thing

hijuelagranmadre

-JACK