Boiling Blood

I was heading out to work yesterday when I noticed my driver's side rearview mirror was gone. I got on in my car because if I would've came back in, I knew I would've ended up in jail with an attempted murder charge. I called to ask the clown where my mirror was. This MF had the nerve to say nonchalantly, "Oh, it got knocked off around the corner." Like it was absolutely nothing to him. That was my final straw. By this time, I hung up the phone because I didn't want to hear anymore of the BS. He kept calling back. The last time, I told him, "Do NOT call me unless you dying!" I was serious about that. It's always something. Well, this just put me on the track to get my shit together and move on. I am going to look for a place elsewhere. He can have all of this shit by himself. I am not going to say anything to him until then. He will know the day that I leave. Until then, I have absolutely nothing to say to him.