Dear diary,
To reiterate, my past employment included dogs. That’s correct. These would be guys who had divorced or are freaks, meaning dogs.
First job, two guys showed me porno.
Second job, one divorced guy hit on me.
Third job, the manager hit on me.
Fourth job, a blackish, tall staff hit on me.
And so today, I can sense the same with the tallish elderly freak.
With personal stuff, one is that fat bastard. The next one was a deadbeat dad. And recently, my maternal cousins were worming their way into my life via my daddy.
The choir conductor is also taking advantage of me and that’s why I’m NOT pleased with my daddy who continues to fail to protect me from these crazy church goers. He only cares about showing face and nothing more and he’s got this crazy idea of father and daughter team when he can’t read music or sing well!
Damnit, I’m NOT gonna take it anymore! Y’all owe my daddy. Nay, I owe my daddy, but he failed his son. That should be a father and son team. But that isn’t so. I cannot care anymore. I feel more sorry for the boy.
Meaning, I’ve been used and all this time – I’m still NOT waking up! Why? Y’all must hate me that much to let me be and NOT let me go.
I’m done ranting. That’s why I do NOT like to work – the politics and the freaks. That’s why I wasn’t working since 2007 – as mentioned – to protect me from assholes.
What assholes would take advantage of a single person who never has been married? It’s like taking advantage of a nun for crying out loud! That’s sick.
Tell your bosses, your superiors, your minions, whoever, that they can suck whatever. I done.
Hissing loudly,
Evil Kitty
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