Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2003 7:19 pm
Dear Heero,
You seem to enjoy your job...a lot. That makes one of us.
I absofreakinglutely hate mine. Now it's easy to say, "Get another job." And I am looking and whatnot, however, I live in the freakin' desert where it reaches 115 degrees Farenheit. The only things we have in abundance around here are three types of places: auto parts stores, fast food, or medical. And of course they're all corrupt bastards.
You see at my job, when one works an 8 hour shift, that person gets two 10 min. breaks and one 1/2 hour break. Within the first two maybe (if one is lucky) three hours into the shift, one has already had 2 of the breaks leaving the rest of an exhausting day ahead with no end in sight just rude ass mother$@#%'s that demand that you remake their sandwich the way they told you in the first place when in fact they didn't but expected you to read their minds and kiss their ass and lick their feet.
And I don't really want to start in on my managers. I like, really like, one of them. The other two are so-so. We get along but can be at times...bitches. Dorothy would be put to shame next to them. My GM on the other hand is one huge ass who's sexist, a prick, and not a nice person no matter how often he claims that he is.
Just the other day he bitched me out about the breakfast grill not being up to par when he came in but never took the time to understand that I've NEVER had to deal with the breakfast grill before. EVER. Bastard. Wufei would probably find this man a horrible excuse for a man and find his actions injust.
When I am at this job I try to be happy and positive and in a good mood so my fellow co-workers are like that too. But it fails. Lately it's been failing a lot. I even gotten a verbal warning for rolling my eyes.
WTF???
I have this undeniable urge to become violent. I want to rip their faces off. I want to blow the place up. I want to make them hurt the way they make us hurt for nothing more than burger's and fries.
Is it right to make most of the female's you work with cry just because you can? Bastard. The ass doesn't care if you're hurting either. 'Oh you got into a car accident and were in a coma for a day? Can you come to work anyway? Oh your knee hurts from that accident and you can't lift anything heavy? Can you pick up this completely full bucket of ice and put it into the drive-thru ice bin? Thanks!' Bastard. My friend was killing herself for this stupid ass job and it's stupid ass bosses. Nor does he care if you have a family member dying and you need to not be there sometimes. >_<
I'm feeling the need to get violent...again.
Please give me your advice. I know I rambled and my mind's all over the place, but I would greatly appreciate your advice if there is any you have to give.
Thank you.
~Wicked
P.S. Tell my sister, MBF, she is NOT allowed to leave.
You seem to enjoy your job...a lot. That makes one of us.
I absofreakinglutely hate mine. Now it's easy to say, "Get another job." And I am looking and whatnot, however, I live in the freakin' desert where it reaches 115 degrees Farenheit. The only things we have in abundance around here are three types of places: auto parts stores, fast food, or medical. And of course they're all corrupt bastards.
You see at my job, when one works an 8 hour shift, that person gets two 10 min. breaks and one 1/2 hour break. Within the first two maybe (if one is lucky) three hours into the shift, one has already had 2 of the breaks leaving the rest of an exhausting day ahead with no end in sight just rude ass mother$@#%'s that demand that you remake their sandwich the way they told you in the first place when in fact they didn't but expected you to read their minds and kiss their ass and lick their feet.
And I don't really want to start in on my managers. I like, really like, one of them. The other two are so-so. We get along but can be at times...bitches. Dorothy would be put to shame next to them. My GM on the other hand is one huge ass who's sexist, a prick, and not a nice person no matter how often he claims that he is.
Just the other day he bitched me out about the breakfast grill not being up to par when he came in but never took the time to understand that I've NEVER had to deal with the breakfast grill before. EVER. Bastard. Wufei would probably find this man a horrible excuse for a man and find his actions injust.
When I am at this job I try to be happy and positive and in a good mood so my fellow co-workers are like that too. But it fails. Lately it's been failing a lot. I even gotten a verbal warning for rolling my eyes.
WTF???I have this undeniable urge to become violent. I want to rip their faces off. I want to blow the place up. I want to make them hurt the way they make us hurt for nothing more than burger's and fries.
Is it right to make most of the female's you work with cry just because you can? Bastard. The ass doesn't care if you're hurting either. 'Oh you got into a car accident and were in a coma for a day? Can you come to work anyway? Oh your knee hurts from that accident and you can't lift anything heavy? Can you pick up this completely full bucket of ice and put it into the drive-thru ice bin? Thanks!' Bastard. My friend was killing herself for this stupid ass job and it's stupid ass bosses. Nor does he care if you have a family member dying and you need to not be there sometimes. >_<
I'm feeling the need to get violent...again.
Please give me your advice. I know I rambled and my mind's all over the place, but I would greatly appreciate your advice if there is any you have to give.
Thank you.
~Wicked
P.S. Tell my sister, MBF, she is NOT allowed to leave.
