mooncalf2

So, I get off work at Subway tonight...It was a little busy, and I didn't get a chance to get my shit done until I locked the door at ten to ten. I busted ass to get all the shit done that I needed to so that I could leave and start working at Taco Bell. I get out of Subway at about eleven-ten. I walk over to Taco Bell, and see that Stella's van is in the parking lot. Odd, I thought, since she's the opening manager. I walk inside, clock on, and go to the office to change uniforms, just like every other day. I run into Stella and politely and in a cheerful mood ask why she's still here, it's eleven o'clock. Her reply: "Why can't you be here at eleven like you're scheduled?" but in the bitchiest way. I was already pissed at her. "I can't get here until I get done there. If people don't get their shit done, I have to do it. If we're busy, I don't have time to get shit done until I close." She says: "Well, should we schedule you at eleven-thirty?" again, bitchy as hell. I said whatever. "Marshall's closing for you tonight. Should you be here at eleven-thirty tomorrow?" She fucking kicked me off work for the night! I said whatever and left. On the ride home, I was thinking about, and what I should have said was, "You know, how about just taking me off the schedule, and oh, ya, go Fuck Yourself." I REALLY wish I would have told her to fuck off. That would've made me really happy. The only reason I'm working ten hour weeks there is because I really like the people I work with. If I didn't work there, I wouldn't see those people. which would make me sad. But fuck it. I'm done with Taco Bell. They can kiss my ass. I'd rather be a mechanic anyway....which I'm going to do, if I hadn't said anything about it earlier. I'm going to work on planes! Yeah!