So I’ve been rebuked again by the Mutha Fucka last night. She reminded me to grow up and make my own decisions and not to confront the next door neighbor and not to upset her. Second Amendment rights is still applicable, mind y’all.
This morning the native Rose made it sound I didn’t know what I was doing. The email was sent yesterday. It was the easiest of older emails, which remain unanswered and which she could have looked at herself if the bitch cared to monitor the emails. The boss is no longer monitoring these emails. Huh.
She already put the old woman up during the conclusion of this morning’s weekly staff meeting and there boss made it sound exciting. I flicked them off subtly as I walked closely behind “that guy”. A couple of complaints arose from the credit card refunds in the beginning of the meeting.
If they expect me to ask questions I won’t. I’m not going to show initiative that I’m interested in something so mindless. I won’t do everything because I’m tired.
I’ll let the emails go unanswered. I’m not bothering to touch the emails and see what happens if they clear out the stuff these old farts should already know, as if I’m not there and see what happens.
I guess the native Rose can do it if she wants. She and everyone plays it safe if the boss doesn’t ask them up pursue it. So I’ll take a hint and won’t bother.
That old temp woman can go do hell too. She can have the job because she knows more stuff. I don’t know why they just don’t hire her.
As for me, I’ll just escape and tell them it’s too far away as I wasn’t expecting to stay longer than agreed, which was six months.
I hope I can find a place where I’m wanted because I’m sick of this place, too. It’s not worth the stress.
Idiots. I hate y’all.
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