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no more headaches , no more back spasms, because I got fired. Why? because I said and i quote ," if you have such a problem with me and need to talk about me then I'll go, this can be my last day." Then little obnoxious french-lady , who's having a really hard time with getting down the english after some 30-odd years here, says, 'you say this is your last day , fine you quit, you quit you can go home.
Okay, lets get this right, I am harassed at work by customers who want for me to either flirt or fawn all over them, well I'm not. Then I'm harassed at work by fellow co-workers who feel I'm not either giving them a show to keep them happy, or wasting time listening to what's going on in their lives or how there band's doing, well I don't give a damn about your band. The fact that when you hum and you can't hold a tune, lets me know I don't have to care.
What's worse, I get talked about in front of me , as though I'm invisble, I comply to your critism and still don't get it right, somehow, and You have the audacity to actually call me mean, because I don't want to talk to you, even though the reason I don't talk to you is because whenever I work with you I am gauranteed an evening of doing my job and yours. Yes, it all makes sense now. Clearly something is wrong with me and I definitely need to be put to sleep. Why do they or do I need to give these idiots constant affirmation, validation, company, or support? These people are such babies!!!!!!!
But what I enjoy is the knowledge that they are now one person short on the busiest day of their month, and the people they have working are very personable and also crappy cashier's . AHhh the Dichotomy of stupidity.
Now, that I've had my cry, written my tangent, I will just look for another job, get it and keep on going.
Bastards, Bastards all.
Okay, lets get this right, I am harassed at work by customers who want for me to either flirt or fawn all over them, well I'm not. Then I'm harassed at work by fellow co-workers who feel I'm not either giving them a show to keep them happy, or wasting time listening to what's going on in their lives or how there band's doing, well I don't give a damn about your band. The fact that when you hum and you can't hold a tune, lets me know I don't have to care.
What's worse, I get talked about in front of me , as though I'm invisble, I comply to your critism and still don't get it right, somehow, and You have the audacity to actually call me mean, because I don't want to talk to you, even though the reason I don't talk to you is because whenever I work with you I am gauranteed an evening of doing my job and yours. Yes, it all makes sense now. Clearly something is wrong with me and I definitely need to be put to sleep. Why do they or do I need to give these idiots constant affirmation, validation, company, or support? These people are such babies!!!!!!!
But what I enjoy is the knowledge that they are now one person short on the busiest day of their month, and the people they have working are very personable and also crappy cashier's . AHhh the Dichotomy of stupidity.
Now, that I've had my cry, written my tangent, I will just look for another job, get it and keep on going.
Bastards, Bastards all.