Fun Fact:
I think I am going to quit my job.
I despise working with nothing but assholes with absolutely NO people skills. Anyone who tells a 13 year old girl to "stop being a baby" and calls it a life lesson that she needs to learn is a fucking retard. That's not a life lesson, it's an insult. An insult that does nothing but embarrass, it doesn't teach ANYTHING. You didn't ask her to evaluate her actions and learn from it for Christ's sake!! I'm tired of being the Y's only entertainer AND worker bee who does nothing but plan and plan every weekend to the extent that she can't even get to visit her good friends that she misses like crazy. Also, It's not ok to critize something that you had no hand in planning or executing. When your main job is fetching the pizza and you're supposed to be my equal in the work force, to this I say fuck you. Ps: It took you thirty minutes to pick up pizza a mile and a half down the road, dumbass. I'm done with headlice. I love all the people who have been tryin to help and make this a good experience but I'm pretty sure that the bad outwieghs the good at this point. I really love working with the kids, yet I can't stand working with the "adults" that are supposed to be helpful. You are not helpful, you're merely a hinderance. Go find some high school kids to mack on and get the hell out of my work space.
Why is it that I am constantly stuck with slackers who have no work ethic or social skills? Perhaps the only similarity between Haley and Shayne is me. Perhaps it's all my own fault because I am the one who takes over because I'm "bossy and controlling" and can't trust anyone to do their jobs. Maybe the reason I can't trust anyone to do their jobs is because they are a continuous let down and never actually come through. And on the off chance that they do actually do their job they expect to be praised and recieve pats on the head...give me a break! I can only do that so often without wanting to kick them in the face with one of my pointy toed boots. People ask me what exactly is so stressful about my job and why do I always seem to be stressed out. It's not the job. It's my coddled co-workers who as far as I'm concerned can go fuck themselves from this point on.
I'm outta here.
I despise working with nothing but assholes with absolutely NO people skills. Anyone who tells a 13 year old girl to "stop being a baby" and calls it a life lesson that she needs to learn is a fucking retard. That's not a life lesson, it's an insult. An insult that does nothing but embarrass, it doesn't teach ANYTHING. You didn't ask her to evaluate her actions and learn from it for Christ's sake!! I'm tired of being the Y's only entertainer AND worker bee who does nothing but plan and plan every weekend to the extent that she can't even get to visit her good friends that she misses like crazy. Also, It's not ok to critize something that you had no hand in planning or executing. When your main job is fetching the pizza and you're supposed to be my equal in the work force, to this I say fuck you. Ps: It took you thirty minutes to pick up pizza a mile and a half down the road, dumbass. I'm done with headlice. I love all the people who have been tryin to help and make this a good experience but I'm pretty sure that the bad outwieghs the good at this point. I really love working with the kids, yet I can't stand working with the "adults" that are supposed to be helpful. You are not helpful, you're merely a hinderance. Go find some high school kids to mack on and get the hell out of my work space.
Why is it that I am constantly stuck with slackers who have no work ethic or social skills? Perhaps the only similarity between Haley and Shayne is me. Perhaps it's all my own fault because I am the one who takes over because I'm "bossy and controlling" and can't trust anyone to do their jobs. Maybe the reason I can't trust anyone to do their jobs is because they are a continuous let down and never actually come through. And on the off chance that they do actually do their job they expect to be praised and recieve pats on the head...give me a break! I can only do that so often without wanting to kick them in the face with one of my pointy toed boots. People ask me what exactly is so stressful about my job and why do I always seem to be stressed out. It's not the job. It's my coddled co-workers who as far as I'm concerned can go fuck themselves from this point on.
I'm outta here.