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[princesskeri]

so last night at work was horrible. the photo lab machine blew up which wouldnt be that big of a deal, but tuskegee's had blown up to so we had all of their film on top of all ours. so after i get off the phone with the tech i go to the back to get chemicals, and ect to close down, and i go to the stockroom door and one of the guys thats remodeling the store says i cant go through, and im like what, he said im just kidding so i go through and they have stacked all these heavy boxes in front of my chemicals so im having to move all this out of the way getting madder by the minute because everday i move it thinking they'll get the hint that i need this space and the dumbass construction workers move it right back, in the process some stacks of chemical totes fall down and spill everywhere, so i call Chris to come help me move stuff. as we are leaving the stock room going back to the front of the store, the same guy who told me i couldnt go back there says to me, hey little girl you shouldnt be back here, which infurates me because its my store not his and its my job to do this stuff, so i say leave me alone ive already had a bad day

by now im hurting bad, i've noticed that when i pick up heavy things my left side ovary which is what ive been having all this trouble with is killing me so bad ive got tears in my eyes, when my asshole manager looks at me and says you need to take that shit to the breakroom, i dont want any crying girls in my store.......... im like thinking excuse me for having cancer and hurting, it was really rude and pissed me off, i mean ive never cried before there so excuse me for a couple of tears, not like i was howling and rolling around in the floor, plus there were no customers up in the front

men piss me off because they think we cant do a damn thing without them