i'm truly amazed that i didn't snap on anyone this past week. work is fucking bullshit and i should find a new job. the general manager and the warehouse manager are two fuck-headed morons who shouldn't be in charge of anything but a damn mop bucket at some fast-food restaurant. how the two of them came to be in the positions they're in, i'll never know. it's a damn joke. plus, i'm starting to wonder if being a gigantic bigot was a prerequisite for working here, because if so, i failed miserably on that part of the application.
"you should say that out loud."
"why?"
"i'd enjoy seeing you get your ass kicked."
i'm to the point now, where i'm just going to show up, make my money, collect my paycheck and just ignore everyone else. this past week made me absolutely ill. i don't think i truly got over it and felt a tad tip-top until this morning. everything just gathering up and taking itself out on my body. this wasn't the first time and i'm sure it won't be the last.
i'm tired of holding back and "being nice." everyone else gets to be an asshole, so why should i hold mine in? well, i'm not anymore.
subject: packs of fucking children
date: 2009-09-26