#$%@&*^@$#+&!!!!

[staur]

What...the...fuck?! I have to come in to work for a store meeting at 4:30...on a weekend when I'm off...in effect to listen to people bitch about a problem I had no knowledge of even existing, only to have the meeting close early because one of our manager's gets so mad/immature that she puts in her two weeks' notice. I don't even know if I want to transcribe the whole occurance, suffice to say that I didn't get to ask Wes about a raise because some people are IDIOTS! And I can't go complain about it at work tomorrow because it'll be all awkward. I was so pissed I couldn't just drive home...I had to drive around and work off steam. It just cheeses me off that our 17-year-old manager can get pissy about a little complaint (that could've been handled a lot better if her and the person it involved didn't get all defensive about it) and make $6+ an hour, when I'm stuck at the $5.25 I was handed when I started working there. So, if I do get a raise, I get to enjoy for the whole 2 more months I'll be working there.

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YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY GOD DAMN PUDDING!