livingoutloud

I understand she has 'issues' and is is highly medicated, but damn, sometimes I feel like I'm working with a jacked up poodle. I have to request that she make eye-contact with me. I have to write out lists for her with tasks such as "get in your car and drive to work".
I'm not the shop manager and I shouldn't be scheduling her workday like that. But what else am I supposed to do when my already rather flighty shop manager essentially disappears for a week to go patch up her drug-addled significant asshole.Lovers make chicks stupid.
I actually like these two. I actually consider them friends. But I'm tired, I'm frustrated, I'm cranky, and now I'm ranting.

I promise to get over myself very soon.




***Additional Dedication:***

To Mr. K: Please stop calling me. I'm never going to pick up. I'm never going to consider your small penis a plus point. I'm never going to consider your pinning me in a phone booth a misunderstanding, and I'm never going to forgive myself for playing nice and not decking you in the jaw right then and there.