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You fucking prick,
I am not your bitch. I will not go shop for your wife's anniversary present for you and I'm tired of getting treated like your personal anti-Walgreens avenger when I think it'd be great if they put one in! If it weren't for the fact that I really need the paycheck, I'd tell you where to shove your asinine requests if you could pull your head out for two seconds to make room!
Give me six months and I'm gone. If I have to work at McDonalds after the baby is born...so be it. At least I won't feel like a gopher (wasting MY gas, mind you) and there's a chance in Hell of promotion, which there isn't here...ever IMHO. The business is going down the crapper...due to poor management. *gasp* If Walmart would have hired me...I'd have gladly worked odd hours to get the Hell away from you! When I hate my job so much I'm in tears and want to beat the shit out of you, I think it's time for some changes.
And all I wanted out of you in the last 6 months was a W2 and I get told "you'll get it when you get it, asking isn't going to hurry things along". So I ask for a pay stub summary..."we don't give out pay stubs, our system isn't set up that way". Newsflash, I don't get it by the time the law says I should...your ass is toast. I'm tired of my husband harping on me about it...and I'm done playing around with this piss-ass business who doesn't give a shit about its employees. There are 8 of us...how fucking hard could it be!?
As soon as I find another job offer, I'm gone. Fuck your two week notice.
Eat shit and die,
~Nikki~
I am not your bitch. I will not go shop for your wife's anniversary present for you and I'm tired of getting treated like your personal anti-Walgreens avenger when I think it'd be great if they put one in! If it weren't for the fact that I really need the paycheck, I'd tell you where to shove your asinine requests if you could pull your head out for two seconds to make room!
Give me six months and I'm gone. If I have to work at McDonalds after the baby is born...so be it. At least I won't feel like a gopher (wasting MY gas, mind you) and there's a chance in Hell of promotion, which there isn't here...ever IMHO. The business is going down the crapper...due to poor management. *gasp* If Walmart would have hired me...I'd have gladly worked odd hours to get the Hell away from you! When I hate my job so much I'm in tears and want to beat the shit out of you, I think it's time for some changes.
And all I wanted out of you in the last 6 months was a W2 and I get told "you'll get it when you get it, asking isn't going to hurry things along". So I ask for a pay stub summary..."we don't give out pay stubs, our system isn't set up that way". Newsflash, I don't get it by the time the law says I should...your ass is toast. I'm tired of my husband harping on me about it...and I'm done playing around with this piss-ass business who doesn't give a shit about its employees. There are 8 of us...how fucking hard could it be!?
As soon as I find another job offer, I'm gone. Fuck your two week notice.
Eat shit and die,
~Nikki~