rylee

Sooooooo........I quit my job.

Yeah yeah, i know i looked forever and i was so stoked on getting it, but I think slavery was outlawed awhile back..

I basicly worked with the biggest group of non productive fuckers that had ever mysticly come together to work in the same building.
Nobody ever trained me on what I was doing, they just kind of threw me in and hoped i would swim.

And swim I did.

I did more work -BY MYSELF- in one day then the manager did in an entire week.

I had this methed out fucking middle aged loser who was supposivly a manager at another albertsons, but had to "step down" aka. got fired. He would talk so loud that the bakery allllll the way on the other side of the store could hear him saying 'fuck this blah blah fuck shit fuck'
I swear to god man, this guy was so fucking worthless.
All he would do was sit on the phone in the back, eat potato wedges and yawn "raaaaaaaawwwwwwwwr"
over and over and fucking OVERRRRRRR

So a few weeks after repeatidly being left to do his work as well as mine before i could get the fuck outta there, i started being a bitch. and rightfully so, i might add.

Today I walked in, and nothing was done......nothing....my manager should have put the chickens in the oven, flipped the salads, packaged up the ones whos shelf date was up, made poor boys, and i think that was it....
i repeat, nothing was done.

and she was all,

"oh hey girl, can you do this list for me, i need to finish getting my order in.."

as she went out to smoke a ciggeratte and went home...

so ontop of all my production i had to do, i coverd her job too...

then the worthless fuck comes in.

I asked him to make some wraps so i could take a break, and he seriously looked at me and said no.

"I don't make those" he said.................

I flipped the fuck out.

I don't remember what exactly i said, but i know it was rough.
And that was that, i threw my apron to the ground, punched out, called my manager and told her i was out.

fuck that shit. they can kiss my ass.