Well here we go...
So. I had a whole night to marinate on this shit and I've decided that talking to Ruth wasn't enough. I see already I'ma have to take it up with the heifer in person. Now, I've been loathe to do this, cuz I can just see the silly bitch having a miscarriage and blaming the shit on me and the stress I caused her by cussing her out, BUT-- she earned it.
I am not a chick to be trifled with. Whether people know it or not, I am as tolerant as they come, and I'll put up with quite a bit of BS (ok, so not really, but I like to consider myself tolerant) and just goddammit, she must be stopped. I can't let people run around thinking they can fuck with me-- especially not on this bullshit ass job. So. Like I told Ruth yesterday, fix it, or I'll fix it for you. I think I scared her a little, but good. She needed to be scared.
And that silly heifer better not look my way today.
I am not a chick to be trifled with. Whether people know it or not, I am as tolerant as they come, and I'll put up with quite a bit of BS (ok, so not really, but I like to consider myself tolerant) and just goddammit, she must be stopped. I can't let people run around thinking they can fuck with me-- especially not on this bullshit ass job. So. Like I told Ruth yesterday, fix it, or I'll fix it for you. I think I scared her a little, but good. She needed to be scared.
And that silly heifer better not look my way today.