Monster

So. Work was shit.
I hate that place. I hate that goddamned company that I work for.

You wanna know all the shit that happened? I'll tell you.
So I get into work and pretty much as soon as I walk in the door, this chick, lets call her Hydrangea. Anyway, she calls me to go up there. First of all, I haven't even clocked in yet, let alone put all my shit in my locker, and counted up a drawer. That that fucking pissed me off, and THEN when I get up there, she fucking tells me that she's leaving early. So it's part of my responsibility to get the store fronted and looking nice when it comes time to close. Fucking Duh. I know how to fucking do my job, she didn't have to tell me that shit. Plus this is the THIRD fucking night in a row, where i'm the last one, by my FUCKING self fronting the store. She had NO right. No right to tell me what to do. Then it was nonstop busy. Hydrangea was pissing me off because whenever there was a small break, I would leave the register to go find something to do, she would call me out and say. "Well don't take too long because i'm gonna go find out if I can take my break" or shit like "Where are you going?" TO DO MY FUCKING JOB! I don't stand around like an idiot, I'm a busy fucking person. When i'm at work, I like to fucking work! Anyway. That was nonstop till she left. And then when it finally came time for me to go on my 15 minute break, It got cut short because apparently they needed help, and I go out there, and there's only four fucking people in each line. They needed help, my ass.  So I go up there and I end up being stuck at the fucking register the whole fucking night. As  we close, theres a woman in my line, and the manager goes up to my friend, we'll call her Aster. Anyway, the manager goes up to her and says "I hope Ahna doesn't take so long to front because I want to get home." It took all the nerve I had to not slap a bitch. I fucking fronted the whole store BY MYSELF. If that bitch wanted to get home, she could have got her ass out on the fucking floor and helped me!! BITCH, BITCH BITCH. God, damnit. it pisses me off.

It's like i'm some kind of android that they can just program to do shit for them. I'm a GOOD FUCKING WORKER. And you know what? I don't care if this makes me sound arrogant. But i'm the best damn worker they have. The other ones like to be "Chatty" to avoid their work. They're slow when they do their work. And they complain about their jobs and people nonstop. I don't EVER fucking complain about shit. I fucking WORK. I'm fast, efficient, and make sure i'm always moving. I'm a good fucking worker. Why the hell else would they schedule me to stay around the latest? Because when i'm around, SHIT GETS FUCKING DONE.
And you know what? Just because they know that I model. They fucking signed me up for this modeling show that the goddam company is having. AND I TOLD THEM NO. They fucking signed me up anyway. ASSHOLES. I don't want to be your fucking pet!

I'm
A
Free
Fucking
Bitch.

And you know what. I promised you a happy blog, but hey, at least it's not fucking sad.