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If the sea were made of Whiskey and I was a duck
I'd swim to the bottom and never come up
This week has been retardedly stressful at work. For a simple restaurant job that is is, no one seems able to handle it. One of my managers insists on openly breaking down. I keep trying to defend him, but it becomes increasingly difficult every time he turns into a gigantic blubbering vagina when one little thing goes wrong during the shift.
I have no nowhere to direct my frustration and anger either. I'm just restless and frustrated all the time. I feel like a lack consideration seems to invade most aspects of my life. My job, my friends. It's a difficult feeling to get used to, being so easily cast aside.
I'd swim to the bottom and never come up
This week has been retardedly stressful at work. For a simple restaurant job that is is, no one seems able to handle it. One of my managers insists on openly breaking down. I keep trying to defend him, but it becomes increasingly difficult every time he turns into a gigantic blubbering vagina when one little thing goes wrong during the shift.
I have no nowhere to direct my frustration and anger either. I'm just restless and frustrated all the time. I feel like a lack consideration seems to invade most aspects of my life. My job, my friends. It's a difficult feeling to get used to, being so easily cast aside.