Ugh
Well..I found out that I have to work on monday.. -_- So I only get this sunday off and my one day off I have to go all the way to Saint fucking petersburg to my cousins wedding. -_- God damn family obligations. I want to stay home, I'm so fucking tired I just want to stay home, go online, and be with Nia and then get to see the ending for Survivor. But no, I have to go to a wedding.. Ergh... X_x Well at LEAST I may supposedly get next saturday and sunday off. Joy. -_- I hate my job and I'm so fucking sick of onion rings.. I make them all god damned day and my boss over my other two bosses was like, "Well if you fill up that rack (which holds like.. 40 trays I think..) then we'll train you to do something else" and he knows I can't fill that damn rack up. Not to mention they keep putting fucking Adam with me.. and he's 16 and I know he's had a stroke but he -can- work fast when he wants to. But normally he goes SOOOOOO GOD DAMNED MOTHERFUCKING SLOW iudhgsbalgkhdlksGLhg that I work faster on my own. I want him gone.. if he can't keep up and he's going to get in my way they need to move him somewhere else and give me someone FAST to work with. Because since he's the one who goes slow I'M the one who gets bitched out and hurried.. UGH! I want them to either give me faster workers or move me somewhere else.. Put me on the goddamn fryers. I mean those aren't that hard and I could stand there ALLL day doing that. But noooooo I make goddamn onion rings or as I call them "slave rings". -_- Anyone who reads this... Please don't buy onion rings from Sonic. There are poor people slaving in the back to keep up with the demand having their bosses walk by going "hurry hurry hurry we're almost out" all damn day. So think of the workers before you gorge yourself on that. Eat something that's easy for the employees to make.. like fries. Which come frozen in a bag.
*screams and tears my hair out* If I didn't have a bacardi every night when I come home I'd probably lose it, go postal, and kill someone. This job has given me a baaaad case of 'caged lion syndrome' as I call it. My leonine ways are just like.. "raar" at having to be forced into the constraints they wanna shove me into and having to bite my lip and be a good girl when I want to tell the lot of them to fuck off and kiss my ass.
*spits on work* I won't give up though. Just because I'm that fucking stubborn.
*screams and tears my hair out* If I didn't have a bacardi every night when I come home I'd probably lose it, go postal, and kill someone. This job has given me a baaaad case of 'caged lion syndrome' as I call it. My leonine ways are just like.. "raar" at having to be forced into the constraints they wanna shove me into and having to bite my lip and be a good girl when I want to tell the lot of them to fuck off and kiss my ass.
*spits on work* I won't give up though. Just because I'm that fucking stubborn.