Day 190: REALLY, BITCH??! REALLY?!?!?!

Ok, seriously, this stupid bitch has called off on me TWICE when I was working the damn overnight shift and takes forfuckingever to count down her fucking drawer when she comes because she just HAS TO turn the damn dollars the same way and CAN'T do it after I fucking leave. And makes a stock list of sixfuckingteen million things that she doesn't actualy fucking need. And she's always AT THE VERY LEAST? TEN DAMN MINUTES LATE. At the end of the day though? I never talk shit about her to ANYONE at work. I blow off steam to my boyfriend or my best friend, but NEVER anyone that it's ever going to get back to her and create a hostile work enviroment or uneccessary drama. I just bottle it the fuck up, bite the goddamn bullet and fucking go to work AND I DON'T PUNCH HER IN THE DAMN FACE when she comes in late for the 3410484179827301928309283092183120947189479384th time.

So when I fucking told this same bitch that I had a non stop goddamn line until four a.m and both my supervisor, the beverage supervisor and any number of fucking security guards could have fucking vouched for me, and I had barely any time to breathe let alone clean anything and I did my goddamn best to keep it as clean as possible.

Then I find out that your bitchface was talking shit about me to the new girl saying that I don't do my fucking job? That I don't do anything right? And then you leave a list of shit that "needs to be done" every shift TARGETED AT ME. All because I forgot to take your stupid trash out. Bitch, suck my dick. SUCK MY HUGE THROBBING HAIRY DICK. YOU ARE MAKING THIS A HOSTILE WORKPLACE, and I don't give a shit anymore. I don't get paid near enough to deal with your bullshit. So hell yeah, I'll take this shit to a manager. There are tons of fucking people who'd love your goddamn hours that apparently you feel the need to call off every other fucking weekend for anyhow. SO GET THE FUCK OUT.

SHIT. FUCK. DAMN IT. PISS.

I needed to get that out.