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.
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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.
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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