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Current Mood: Fuck!
So, work just called. Once again, the manager fucked up and I'm catching the bullet. I lose my day off saturday again. and what do I get for it? not much. my regular wage, a sincere thankyou, and then jack.
I need a new fucking job. I need a new fucking job. I need a new fucking job.
FUCK! I'm so frustrated. It's annoying to be constantly ruled by my job. It's annoying to be the one who constantly has to save the day for everyone. It's annoying not to be given any damn respect everytime I do help out. They're going to make this chick cafe manager even though she calls off at least once every month, sometimes she'll call off several times a week. She's inconsistant, and a flake, but because one of the managers likes her, they're grooming her to run the cafe. It makes no sense, but this store really never does. I'm tired and I'm sick of working here. I need an escape.
such hell, and it's not even 10 in the morn.
