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my dear,
this job as me so stressed out and frustrated. i keep thinking maybe i can stick it out through march, but there is just no way. i just have to decide that my wellbeing is more important than money. and this job is definitely not worth the money they pay.
i skipped out on the gym last night to have beer and tacos with some people from work. i like them, it's the management that i have a problem with. and i have a big problem with one of them in particular. i won't name names but god damnit i don't have an accounting degree. and i don't think i should have to do this bullshit. only three more weeks though. and then i'm out of here. i'm going to make a list of all of the things i want to do while im home. i'm going to learn how to make pies. i was thinking i would have my grandmother help me, she would enjoy that. but i don't like her pies all that much, and i don't want to be insulting. i mean they're good pies, but i want to learn how to make amazing ones.
i fucking hate this place. i fucking hate this place more than i have ever hated anything in my life. and now i have to work on saturday. these goddamn mother fuckers. i want to kill them. i really want to kill them. oh my god, it's going to feel so good on my last day here. you know what they do sometimes, i've heard that people have put in two week notices, and they'll just tell them to forget about it and they don't have to come in anymore. i hope they do that to me. i hope they realize how much bullshit i do when i'm gone and they're going to have to find someone else to do it. i wonder if they ever considered that there might be a reason why they had three people quit this position after one or two days. if they have me training people i'm just going to tell them, this job is a shithole - don't get stuck in it. i really don't feel like training anyone. i just want to be out of here.
excuse me, i have to fight traffic and go to fedex for the second time today.
this job as me so stressed out and frustrated. i keep thinking maybe i can stick it out through march, but there is just no way. i just have to decide that my wellbeing is more important than money. and this job is definitely not worth the money they pay.
i skipped out on the gym last night to have beer and tacos with some people from work. i like them, it's the management that i have a problem with. and i have a big problem with one of them in particular. i won't name names but god damnit i don't have an accounting degree. and i don't think i should have to do this bullshit. only three more weeks though. and then i'm out of here. i'm going to make a list of all of the things i want to do while im home. i'm going to learn how to make pies. i was thinking i would have my grandmother help me, she would enjoy that. but i don't like her pies all that much, and i don't want to be insulting. i mean they're good pies, but i want to learn how to make amazing ones.
i fucking hate this place. i fucking hate this place more than i have ever hated anything in my life. and now i have to work on saturday. these goddamn mother fuckers. i want to kill them. i really want to kill them. oh my god, it's going to feel so good on my last day here. you know what they do sometimes, i've heard that people have put in two week notices, and they'll just tell them to forget about it and they don't have to come in anymore. i hope they do that to me. i hope they realize how much bullshit i do when i'm gone and they're going to have to find someone else to do it. i wonder if they ever considered that there might be a reason why they had three people quit this position after one or two days. if they have me training people i'm just going to tell them, this job is a shithole - don't get stuck in it. i really don't feel like training anyone. i just want to be out of here.
excuse me, i have to fight traffic and go to fedex for the second time today.