Maybe there is something in the ice cream...........
Yesterday was my last day at More Than Just Caddy Phagots. After I had worked a full day, of course, and told Brian's aunt how he is swallowing at least half of the stores money in pills everyday, they snowballed me. Supposedly everyone has been complaining about me. I tell them what to do and stand there and do nothing. I know in my heart of hearts, that's not the kind of person I am. I know who was saying what and they can keep that fucking soapy job! My options were: A. Get written up twice and go on a 2 week, unpaid suspension, after that get 60 days probation with no complaints or B. Put in my 2 weeks notice. I wasn't so much upset as I was hurt by Dalton's 2 faces. He lied to me twice about the meeting before we even had it. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised about the behavior, it's like working around 14 year old, backstabbing girls. I was never fashionable enough, my hair didn't blow back seductively when I spoke, my skin wasn't air brushed, flowers didn't bloom in my footsteps, and angels didn't sing when I walked by. That place wasn't for me. I'm sort of proud that it wasn't uglier. They will also know why all of the silverware is missing! Ha! I, however, met a very few, good people. "Et tu Brute? Then fall, Caesar!" (77)
So, I have some padding (actually, alot!). I'm sitting here, tonight after packing some and doing a tad bit of job stuff, listening to Genesis. I deserve to sit here and have a relaxing evening. Fuck 'em.
So, I have some padding (actually, alot!). I'm sitting here, tonight after packing some and doing a tad bit of job stuff, listening to Genesis. I deserve to sit here and have a relaxing evening. Fuck 'em.