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friday at work, ken [my manager] & i got into a big argument. ummm. to make it somewhat shorter, you're not supposed to park in the red lobster parking lot unless you are closing. it was friday night, & i close every weekend. for some reason, he thinks otherwise. so as soon as i got out of my car, he yelled from the back that i was "in violation of code 304782349023" & i was like, i close every fucking weekend, it's friday. & he's like, you won't tonight, & if you're here at 10:30, just leave. so i was like whatever, i'll move.
so i did.
then i go to clock in @ 5:15, & it says i can't clock in until 5:40. once again, della fucked up my schedule. so that pissed me off. valerie clocked me in anyway. okay. i wasn't wearing an apron either, because it was dirty. my fault it was dirty, i know. but andrew, & aaron, & jay hardly ever wear there, & not shit gets said to them, so i didn't think it'd be a big deal. della tells me to go look in the back for one, so i go back there, & ken says there are none. then i ask if i can go get one from the storage room, because i KNOW they're in there, since i'm in the storage room every motherfucking weekend. he says no. then he asks me how far i work from home. i'm like, are you kidding me. i'm not going home to get an apron when other people NEVER wear theirs. so he closes the door, starts being a fucking smartass, tells me i'm in violation of wear i parked, i don't have an apron, i'm wearing white socks, & have no name tag. he threatens me with his shitty fucking job & tells me if it ever happens again, he'll pull me in the office & "TERMINATE ME ON THE SPOT!" scary, huh? i laughed & said, whatever dude. fuck it. turned around & left. &&&&&&& it was my last day.
so saturday night i stayed depressed. i tried driving around but nothing helped. i already felt broke, then i was thinking about how much life sucks without money.
so today i went job searching, & got hired as a server at woodys. :)
so i'm happy about that, i start wednesday.
anyway. sunday was samanthas moms party. me & samantha got so fucked up saturday night & had to go to kroger at like, 11pm to get party extras. i ran into my neighbors sister, & COULDN'T talk to her, but she kept talking. so i forced myself, & i know she knew i was on something. that's such an awkward feeling. we shopped for like, 2 hours, then went to check out & realized we forgot the money.
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so we had to go home & get it. but before that, we baked a cake because we were so hungry. then we went & got our groceries. haaa, it was such a fun night/weekend. minus me being depressed.
& i'm gonna go homework. have fun. be safe.
so i did.
then i go to clock in @ 5:15, & it says i can't clock in until 5:40. once again, della fucked up my schedule. so that pissed me off. valerie clocked me in anyway. okay. i wasn't wearing an apron either, because it was dirty. my fault it was dirty, i know. but andrew, & aaron, & jay hardly ever wear there, & not shit gets said to them, so i didn't think it'd be a big deal. della tells me to go look in the back for one, so i go back there, & ken says there are none. then i ask if i can go get one from the storage room, because i KNOW they're in there, since i'm in the storage room every motherfucking weekend. he says no. then he asks me how far i work from home. i'm like, are you kidding me. i'm not going home to get an apron when other people NEVER wear theirs. so he closes the door, starts being a fucking smartass, tells me i'm in violation of wear i parked, i don't have an apron, i'm wearing white socks, & have no name tag. he threatens me with his shitty fucking job & tells me if it ever happens again, he'll pull me in the office & "TERMINATE ME ON THE SPOT!" scary, huh? i laughed & said, whatever dude. fuck it. turned around & left. &&&&&&& it was my last day.
so saturday night i stayed depressed. i tried driving around but nothing helped. i already felt broke, then i was thinking about how much life sucks without money.
so today i went job searching, & got hired as a server at woodys. :)
so i'm happy about that, i start wednesday.
anyway. sunday was samanthas moms party. me & samantha got so fucked up saturday night & had to go to kroger at like, 11pm to get party extras. i ran into my neighbors sister, & COULDN'T talk to her, but she kept talking. so i forced myself, & i know she knew i was on something. that's such an awkward feeling. we shopped for like, 2 hours, then went to check out & realized we forgot the money.
.............................
so we had to go home & get it. but before that, we baked a cake because we were so hungry. then we went & got our groceries. haaa, it was such a fun night/weekend. minus me being depressed.
& i'm gonna go homework. have fun. be safe.