"I just kind of died for you; you just kind of stared at me."
Why is it that when you want someone to give up you tell them to say "uncle"??
I just never understood that.
Anyway... I really hate working with George. If you don't know George, be thankful. He's a 50 year old gay man (not that there's anything wrong with that), who still lives with his daddy (there IS something wrong with that). He's so annoying and pushy and just... UGH. I want to punch him in the face. Not that I'd ever actually DO that.
So today I corrected him about doing the laundry, cause he was using all the quarters from our registers and I'm like, "Why don't you get change from the machine at the laundromat?" When he came back, it was after 3 which is when he's done, so I said, "Okay, it looks like we're good to go cause it's just me and Sarah tonight." He gets this attitude and says (without even looking at me), "Noooo, Jen wants me to stay and put up the CD players." (The CD players in the rooms are like falling off the walls.) Then he goes in the back and is slamming doors like he does when he's pissy, and he goes outside and paces around like he does when he's pissy and has to cool off and get some air or something.
God I hate working with him.
I'm going to talk to Jay (my cousin/boss) about it. I've had enough.
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uncle.
I just never understood that.
Anyway... I really hate working with George. If you don't know George, be thankful. He's a 50 year old gay man (not that there's anything wrong with that), who still lives with his daddy (there IS something wrong with that). He's so annoying and pushy and just... UGH. I want to punch him in the face. Not that I'd ever actually DO that.
So today I corrected him about doing the laundry, cause he was using all the quarters from our registers and I'm like, "Why don't you get change from the machine at the laundromat?" When he came back, it was after 3 which is when he's done, so I said, "Okay, it looks like we're good to go cause it's just me and Sarah tonight." He gets this attitude and says (without even looking at me), "Noooo, Jen wants me to stay and put up the CD players." (The CD players in the rooms are like falling off the walls.) Then he goes in the back and is slamming doors like he does when he's pissy, and he goes outside and paces around like he does when he's pissy and has to cool off and get some air or something.
God I hate working with him.
I'm going to talk to Jay (my cousin/boss) about it. I've had enough.
.
.
.
.
uncle.