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Mar 04, 2006 21:47

Apparently this is "Let's See How Many Times We Can Make Brandy Cry Week"! Today just so happens to be the worst day out the week. I go into work today all fine and dandy, not even a care in the world. I clock in, put on my apron and grab a bundle of boxes to start topping and folding. I got through three bundles before my idiotic manager came and started ranting about there were somethings missing from the store. Then he turned and started yelling at me for not being at the crew meeting on Tuesday and how he has to have another meeting just for me to hear and learn about the same stupid crap I learned when I first started working there. Then everything and anything that went wrong he would turn and look at me then accuse me of screwing up whatever was screwed up. Even if I wasn't the one who did it, I was still the one blamed because I was the "distraction" for whoever did screw up. Yes. Because we all know that I am a major effing "distraction". So if anyone screws up you can just blame it on me.

Then, ooo then. Then Emily Sutton and her boyfriend Scot and I think someone else, I couldn't see very well, decided that they would toilet paper Mrs. Jury's effing house 30 minutes before my meeting with her to work on my solo. They made me leave and then when I got beack at about 8:40ish Mrs. Jury told me not to worry about the practice because it was "late" and she had to clean up Emily's effing mess! I've only had one practice with Mrs. Jury for this effing solo because she had to cancel one of the practices herself for some reason. So, yeah, anything that could go wrong for me today did. Anything that wasn't my fault became my effing fault! And I was blamed for everyone elses EFFING MISTAKES!!!!!!
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