Ode to stink

Really? I'm the asshole...I'm the asshole?

You come to work with crazy-ass chopped hair that you cut in some random bipolar-induced haze and then ask everyone you run into how they like it. You smell like some funk that rolled off a garbage truck after forgetting to apply your daily deodorant. You are crazy. You make everyone around you turn the other way and run. You make people want to hide from you. You lie. Constantly. And then lie to cover your lie. You call in sick on days when you have scheduled your meetings. You run around tricking different people into doing different parts of your job and then, of course, lie about it. You hold orange teeth inches from my face and tell me you are leaving to go to the dentist because your tooth broke. You leave your class constantly claiming you have to use the restroom, but everyone knows you really head across the street to smoke. You don't teach, you have 8th graders color. You have serious bathroom issues, and smell like it too. You criticize everyone when you should be criticizing yourself.

You left a note in my box before you snuck out of work on the last day. It said "asshole" on it.