Skulls Are Softer Than Poles

In my first blog back, I said, me not writing may have been a bad idea and as I promised I am going to explain why, but let me just start by saying…. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. J lol

It’s no secret I hate my job, hell, it feels like I start every blog with that sentence, but lately it’s been getting worse and worse. As many of you know, I work nights, the woman who does my job on the day shift is, to put this in the nicest way I possibly can, completely useless. She never finishes her work, she is messy as all hell and to top it off she’s rude. And somehow all the above is my fault.

I try my hardest to handle the nightmare on days with grace and humor, but it’s easier said than done. Especially since the powers that be decided to get rid the yard controller position so with no yard controller, no planning and no customer services, on nights we’re trying to do 5 people’s jobs between 2 of us. Leaving me very little time as it is, without having to play catch up to little Miss. Useless.

So my previous set of 4 Miss. Useless left me a shit ton of work, the shift manager on duty sent an email questioning why, since when we walked in everyone had said it was a quiet shift. She replied with not 1 but 2 emails slating me. I chose not to reply. The next day, I walked into another email and shit ton of work, this email accused me of not doing my job and I lost it…..big time.

I’m not proud to say it, but I chased after her down the parking lot with the intention of beating the shit out of her. I was pulled back into the office by the shift manager before I was able to kick her skull in. Still angry as all hell, I walked out outside and kicked a pole. I have to wear steel toes for work, so logic would dictate my foot would be fine. Logic lied.

Once I had calmed down, about an hour and half later, it became pretty damn clear I had hurt my foot. Luckily it was my last shift as I was able to get it looked at the next day and it turns out I have broken my little toe.

I guess there are two morals to this story; 1: Don’t hold your anger in, find an outlet and release or otherwise you’ll snap. And 2: When angry skulls are softer than poles, so kick them instead.

I can hear you already, “that’s a horrible thing to say.” No, the horrible thing is that I mean it.

Anyways, I am going to go and ice my foot, and pray to god or whatever may be listening, that I find a new job before I get arrested for murder. But, before I go, answer me this; how do you relieve stress? Let me know in the comment box below and as always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

The Honest Bitch Uses Four Lettered Words

On what fucking planet is this an acceptable message to send to someone? “Hi sexy lady u need cock yet”

I kid you not I received this message from a guy who is almost 30 years old. He has two fucking kids. How is this acceptable from someone who is meant to be a grown ass man? 

I don’t even have a blog based around this message, I’m too fucked off. I just want this out there so the next time someone asks why I’m such a bitch, the answer is clear. I’m a bitch because men made me this fucking way.

Would it kill people to use their fucking brain once in awhile? I mean what did he think I’d say? “Come over now, I want your cock”? Dream on buddy, I have standards and self respect. What a fucking slimy creep.

Anyways since I’ve told you what turns me into a bitch, what turns you into one? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and murder asshole men safely.

-The Honest Bitch