Good friday morning. I have to go back to the pit for 13 hours today. I really dread it. I am still irritated and don't want to go for fear of a repeat of yesterday. My boss already called me asking if I could go to the bank for her (she is so lazy some days) because she "is finding things she wants to do and hasn't had time" translation: she has been on her cell with her kids and forgot to go.
Brad and I got into an arguement last night the clencher to my horrible day.
I work all weekend with that little punk kid who I'd rather fire then look at.
ok, I'm done ranting, I have to leave soon and I'm not even dressed, can you tell how excited I am to go to work??? I work at 11.
Brad and I got into an arguement last night the clencher to my horrible day.
I work all weekend with that little punk kid who I'd rather fire then look at.
ok, I'm done ranting, I have to leave soon and I'm not even dressed, can you tell how excited I am to go to work??? I work at 11.