i had a most awful day at work yesterday...
seriously... who was to know open-toe shoe was disallowed at Giant's...
the indian gave me such a hard time... and the bastard thomas couldn't stop pickin on my jacket... to be precise he asked... "are you very cold..."
fucktard... i gave him a are-you-stupid-have-you-misplaced-your-poor-brains look...
jackets have functional... not decorative purposes... idiot...
he made me remove my jacket anyway... and i was so cold i had to fold my arms...
and he went again... "are you cold... because it is not good to fold your arms..."
had i not been disciplined enough... i would have shoved my third finger up his nose... fuck... i don't believe people would get that stupid...
and to add on to it... the bastard called me "eh... oei... ey..."
shortly after... doris the bitch called to say i wasn't required at work anymore... which tantamounts to a sack i suppose... gawd...
i haven't felt so fucked up for such a long time... i returned to the counter grabbed my stuff and stormed out of the cursed place... and dumped the stupid shirt into the bin...
i texted doris to clarify matters... she did not speak nicely nor gave me a chance at explainin... instead could not stop complainin about my jacket... utterly ridiculous i tell you... and she ended the convo with how she would inform me should help be needed at another outlet...
in gist... i told her what a fucked up manager she was and how emily would not handle this matter in such a way... and how i didn't need and don't want the job anymore... and things turned pretty ugly after that...
i felt so mad i texted emily to tell her what happened and she called me back promptly... she spoke to me for a good fifteen minutes...
gawd... it is such a pity for her to quit... she was terribly nice...
anyway... i am endin the post with an apology to the people whom i introduced the job to... *laughs*... i really do hope her dissatisfaction with me will not be extended to you guys...
seriously... who was to know open-toe shoe was disallowed at Giant's...
the indian gave me such a hard time... and the bastard thomas couldn't stop pickin on my jacket... to be precise he asked... "are you very cold..."
fucktard... i gave him a are-you-stupid-have-you-misplaced-your-poor-brains look...
jackets have functional... not decorative purposes... idiot...
he made me remove my jacket anyway... and i was so cold i had to fold my arms...
and he went again... "are you cold... because it is not good to fold your arms..."
had i not been disciplined enough... i would have shoved my third finger up his nose... fuck... i don't believe people would get that stupid...
and to add on to it... the bastard called me "eh... oei... ey..."
shortly after... doris the bitch called to say i wasn't required at work anymore... which tantamounts to a sack i suppose... gawd...
i haven't felt so fucked up for such a long time... i returned to the counter grabbed my stuff and stormed out of the cursed place... and dumped the stupid shirt into the bin...
i texted doris to clarify matters... she did not speak nicely nor gave me a chance at explainin... instead could not stop complainin about my jacket... utterly ridiculous i tell you... and she ended the convo with how she would inform me should help be needed at another outlet...
in gist... i told her what a fucked up manager she was and how emily would not handle this matter in such a way... and how i didn't need and don't want the job anymore... and things turned pretty ugly after that...
i felt so mad i texted emily to tell her what happened and she called me back promptly... she spoke to me for a good fifteen minutes...
gawd... it is such a pity for her to quit... she was terribly nice...
anyway... i am endin the post with an apology to the people whom i introduced the job to... *laughs*... i really do hope her dissatisfaction with me will not be extended to you guys...
