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STAB STAB STABBY RAGE
Holy hell, our grocery manager Justin (the cuntbag who's leaving after this week, thank fucking God) screwed us over tonight. He pulled Kurt off fishing stocking the fishing lures to stock grocery instead, and he tried to pull me but we needed to get crafts out because they;'re on clearance and we need to make room for the new stuff, so I got to do that until 5:30 and then I had to work grocery after that. Robert finished the pet food and worked grocery. We all stayed until 7:30, and he kept finding new things for us to do (keep in mind this is an hour of overtime and two and a half fucking hours after we're scheduled out in the first place) and when I asked him if I was going to get my 25 cent premium for working grocery for two and a half hours he said I didn't get it because I technically wasn't stocking, I was "conditioning" and making the shelves look good (bullshit, I was putting up cases of product to fill holes; that is stocking, you pea brain) so if my grocery premium pay is not on my paycheck I'm filing a complaint. I am livid. I went to Walmart to shop for groceries (fucking Meijer wasn't getting any of my money today) and since I bought some heavy stuff, I called a cab to take me home. a half hour later I get my phone out of my bag to call and bitch about him taking so long, and see that he's called me twice. I call him back and he tells me he went to Meijer to pick me up. I tell him I said Walmart, and he blames ME for not picking up the phone. Um, excuse me? He says he'll come back to get me, and I wait ten more minutes, but my goddamn ice cream is melted and I need to get home. So I pick up my heavy groceries and melted ice cream and trudge home n horrible pain. I still don't have full feeling in my right hand and it's been almost an hour now. I want to wring someone's neck. But I can't because of my FUCKING HAND. If this cab driver has called me back, it will take every ounce of strength I have not to call him back and scream at him. I haven't checked my phone yet so I don't know. I seriously want to rip someone's throat out with my teeth right now.
If I made any typos in this entry deal the fuck with it I can't feel my right gopddamn hand I'm sorry.
Holy hell, our grocery manager Justin (the cuntbag who's leaving after this week, thank fucking God) screwed us over tonight. He pulled Kurt off fishing stocking the fishing lures to stock grocery instead, and he tried to pull me but we needed to get crafts out because they;'re on clearance and we need to make room for the new stuff, so I got to do that until 5:30 and then I had to work grocery after that. Robert finished the pet food and worked grocery. We all stayed until 7:30, and he kept finding new things for us to do (keep in mind this is an hour of overtime and two and a half fucking hours after we're scheduled out in the first place) and when I asked him if I was going to get my 25 cent premium for working grocery for two and a half hours he said I didn't get it because I technically wasn't stocking, I was "conditioning" and making the shelves look good (bullshit, I was putting up cases of product to fill holes; that is stocking, you pea brain) so if my grocery premium pay is not on my paycheck I'm filing a complaint. I am livid. I went to Walmart to shop for groceries (fucking Meijer wasn't getting any of my money today) and since I bought some heavy stuff, I called a cab to take me home. a half hour later I get my phone out of my bag to call and bitch about him taking so long, and see that he's called me twice. I call him back and he tells me he went to Meijer to pick me up. I tell him I said Walmart, and he blames ME for not picking up the phone. Um, excuse me? He says he'll come back to get me, and I wait ten more minutes, but my goddamn ice cream is melted and I need to get home. So I pick up my heavy groceries and melted ice cream and trudge home n horrible pain. I still don't have full feeling in my right hand and it's been almost an hour now. I want to wring someone's neck. But I can't because of my FUCKING HAND. If this cab driver has called me back, it will take every ounce of strength I have not to call him back and scream at him. I haven't checked my phone yet so I don't know. I seriously want to rip someone's throat out with my teeth right now.
If I made any typos in this entry deal the fuck with it I can't feel my right gopddamn hand I'm sorry.