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myOtaku.com: Una Maxwell 02


Saturday, July 30, 2005

   I need a hug...
Rejoice as I return and redecorate! Who loves the homage to good Chinese films? :D I know I do! I wanted to dedicate my page to Steve Valentine (that dorky British hunk from Crossing Jordan) but it's a bitch trying to find decent pictures of him! Damn paysites...ah well, someone's gotta make a buck.

There we go...

So anyways, why I need a hug: I've been fired! My stupid bitchy stupid lazy stupid boss (did I mention she's effing STUPID?!) cut me off with two weeks left of my thirty-day notice. Can you believe that! She catches up to my car as I'm doing my route, and starts talking to me like I'm an idiot! Maybe I am--see, I speak the English dialect that decodes "Don't come in on Friday" as "Don't come in on Friday". Apparently "Don't come in on Friday" means "Your ass is canned, get lost."
This is after I've given her my time and manners and been really patient with her even as she screws me out of money on a weekly basis. This is how she thanks me for being the most loyal carrier she could have. I never talked shit about her behind her back, I never spread rumors, I never told her what I heard in the parking lot: NONE OF THAT. So my candor and good grace earns me diddly. I'm fuming; not even prettying up my page helped that. I hate that bitch with a burning passion; I can't wait for the big boss to finally grow a set and fire her lazy stupid ass. I'm serious. The bitch never wants to do the paperwork entitled for her job and she's always and I mean always trying to get someone else to do her job.
Like a couple of days ago, she wants ME to go and train the new carrier. Sorry--no. I work in a deserted area in the middle of the night in an area where cell phone reception is at best, sketchy. Like hell I'm taking some perfect stranger along--I may be paranoid but I ain't stupid.
Well then she starts pushing it, saying "well, then I'll have to train her" (like that's not her effing job already) and going on and on. Finally, I get sick of it and tell her "Look, I've got Social Anxiety Disorder; I don't handle strangers really well, especially in small spaces where I can't break loose".
The bitch starts to laugh until I go "No, seriously."
So what does she do? Tells me not to come in Friday--FRIDAY, not any other day, just Friday. She just takes it.
Well fine then--I went shopping up in St. Pete with my mum--a MUCH better way to spend MY time.
I come in tonight--fuming my ass off still--get my papers, roll and bag'em, and set off. Then she catches up to me and starts talking to me like I'm an idiot. I dunno, maybe I am; I assumed when the contract said "if ya quit, put in a thirty-day notice and you work right up until Day 30" that's what it meant. I must also be stupid for thinking "Don't come in Friday" means "Don't come in Friday".
Then I call Donny--he's got another route in the same area as me, and he's such a sweetie--and tell him what's for what, so he starts making his goodbyes right there! I wanted to cry, but I was too damn mad. I'm still too damn mad.
Worst thing of all is that it was the big boss's idea from the get-go. She's not only screwing me, she's getting help on new ways to screw me.
Bastards, the both of them! I hope their house of cards comes tumbling down the second I've got my bond in my hand and peel out of the parking lot. Seriously.
Plus he (the BIG BOSS) called my car a bucket. NO ONE calls my baby anything other than 'beautiful'. Asshole!

I need a hug....:I
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