F*** You Vicki

We built this bond in the weirdest of ways Doing everyone's work while they got all the praise From meetings to timesheets, receipts at month’s end Now you’re leaving me, my only work friend You always said "How can I support you?" But now you're going away And I don't know what to do Fuck you, Vicki! For leaving me here With people who suck and this toxic atmosphere I’m happy for you but I hate it, it’s true Because I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you You taught us that tactics aren't strategy And your mid-meeting texts always spilled the tea You called me "Fast Freddie," your editor in crime And now just like your wardrobe, my life's dark all the time You always said "How can I support you?" I'm just bitter you're going And taller than me too Fuck you, Vicki! For leaving me here With Rachna and Corey and this dumb atmosphere I’m happy for you but I hate it, it’s true Because I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you Raise a glass to freedom and brighter days But you'll miss Souper Market and walking to Dave's You’re off to a world that’s warm and remote While we stretch our budgets till the org goes broke I’ll miss you more than Kelly, and Nick, and Twyla and Ray and Cathy and Jerry and Amy and Kate and Greg and Mason and Lamont and Hrishue and Gayle and Steph because none of them are you. Fuck you, Vicki! For leaving me here. With a brand new office, but the same atmosphere, I’m happy for you, but I hate it, it’s true, Because I don’t know what... I’m gonna do without you. Fuck you, Vicki but I wish you the best Hope to see you again at the next VC fest