Miracleman explains the perspective of asshat ex-bosses:
"I am a soulless robot drone, enslaved by a heartless, uncaring, monolithic corporate entity that daily grinds my spirit away a bit at a time. My life is grey and meaningless...food tastes like ash and sand...television is harsh colorful light in a box that I must watch without ever knowing why...and those that surround me, both at work and at home, are faceless wraiths, empty husks of people equipped only with gaping maws that howl out a constant stream of 'FEEEEEEED USSSSSS'. My life is a barren hellish landscape.
"And this man...this BASTARD of a man...enjoys his life outside of work. He bring light and color into the sacred tomblike workspace and curses its mien, rages at its attempts to crush him and...on purpose...chooses at times to NOT SHOW UP that he may tend to people whom he lo--lllllll...lur...I can say it...whom he....LOVES!!
"We must kills him, my prrrecccciousss, yes, we must kill the evil human-man who has color and happiness, we must crush his breath from him...
"But we are tired, preccciousss Bottom Line. So tired.
"We'll just fire his ass, instead."