I almost quit my job last night. I came the closest I've ever come to just walking out and giving everyone at that stupid restaurant an aneurysm by actually swearing at them all. Gasp! I find it so ridiculous that they all are so shocked every time they hear me say something remotely resembling a swear word. Yes, I'm not exactly the wash your mouth out type, but I'm not above cussing to make a point. And I'm certainly not the bland saint that everyone at the restaurant seems to think I am.
Whatever. The point is that my unfeeling manager made me come to work even though I was ridiculously sick. To be fair, I rallied myself to the point where I don't think the customers noticed that I was a walking sack of germs and snot. But really. Everyone there is ridiculous. I literally almost passed out when I had to carry a giant tub of pickles of from the basement. Thankfully one of the guys in the kitchen noticed me struggling and helped me on the way back down. Everyone else there can go fuck themselves though. They're high off their asses if they think that I will ever cover their shifts for them when they're sick because nobody helped me out. Except one girl...she helped with my chores a little bit. But for the most part I am generally unimpressed. It will be sweet revenge if I got everyone else at the restaurant sick.
Fuck the restaurant. And fuck the east coast.
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