Don't read I just want to get my anger out
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Sooo I walkd out of work today. And you know what I really don't fucking care. I work my fucking ass more than anyone in starbucks does. I know all of the new things that are comming in, all the new drinks, signs etc... all the new things we need to order, I clean and stock everything up, I might as well be working by myself since I do everything...ooooh wait! I do work by myself. People always call in and don't show up but if I don't feel good and I want to leave early I get my ass beat. Fuck it's fucking bullshit. So I had to clock in early today because Michael couldn't handle a line (that line had 6 people) fuck I always have lines and you don't hear me bitching and moaning I can handle it and if you can't then get a fucking new job. And when I open I have to do everything else the closer didn't do the night before because it effects me that morning.
::SCREAMS!!!::
So anyways I clocked in early and I already have my 40 hours for the week (can't go over 40 or it'll be overtime) and I'm starting to not feel good. My head is feeling all oozy and woozy and I feel like I'm going to pass out. So I tell Michael hey Ima sit on the floor for a few. And he says alright. So I do and I can't get up when he tells me to get up so I'm like oh I can't do it right now because I really feel like if I do I will pass out. He gives me a look and says I don't care get up now. And I got pissed so I got up grabed my keys slame the door and clock out and went home. And I don't give a fuck if I get fired. I was going to leave that store and go to another one anyways when I got my car fix. I'll be the manager of my own store and treat people nice and shit. Ahh err fuck that bullshit no more nice Tosha to fucking do anything anymore. And I miss a boy named Matt and I can't wait 'til I see him again.<333
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Sooo I walkd out of work today. And you know what I really don't fucking care. I work my fucking ass more than anyone in starbucks does. I know all of the new things that are comming in, all the new drinks, signs etc... all the new things we need to order, I clean and stock everything up, I might as well be working by myself since I do everything...ooooh wait! I do work by myself. People always call in and don't show up but if I don't feel good and I want to leave early I get my ass beat. Fuck it's fucking bullshit. So I had to clock in early today because Michael couldn't handle a line (that line had 6 people) fuck I always have lines and you don't hear me bitching and moaning I can handle it and if you can't then get a fucking new job. And when I open I have to do everything else the closer didn't do the night before because it effects me that morning.
::SCREAMS!!!::
So anyways I clocked in early and I already have my 40 hours for the week (can't go over 40 or it'll be overtime) and I'm starting to not feel good. My head is feeling all oozy and woozy and I feel like I'm going to pass out. So I tell Michael hey Ima sit on the floor for a few. And he says alright. So I do and I can't get up when he tells me to get up so I'm like oh I can't do it right now because I really feel like if I do I will pass out. He gives me a look and says I don't care get up now. And I got pissed so I got up grabed my keys slame the door and clock out and went home. And I don't give a fuck if I get fired. I was going to leave that store and go to another one anyways when I got my car fix. I'll be the manager of my own store and treat people nice and shit. Ahh err fuck that bullshit no more nice Tosha to fucking do anything anymore. And I miss a boy named Matt and I can't wait 'til I see him again.<333