Dear Steven,
Fuck you. Next time you have a problem with me, come to me with it. I spent an entire night at working feeling like shit because I was being yelled at for not working...when I was. Just because something isn't immediately obvious to YOU as work related, doesn't mean it's not. If you had just fucking ASKED me ONCE what I was doing and why, you would have understood. Instead, you had to tell Christy that "Oh, Brittany's not doing anything again", and make other people around you think that was true. I got called lazy tonight. I had one truly idle moment, and that was waiting for the goddamned bathroom. So I reiterate: fuck you. You should really realise that the world isn't as you see it. Your opinions aren't fact. Thanks for making my night hell, when it really didn't need to be.