Right now I care more about the characters in Gossip Girl than I do about the people closest to me. Oops.
I told you Sunday. I fucking told you if I can’t get the hours off I need, I can’t work here. I fucking told you to your fucking face. And that’s all I told to my coworkers too—that if I can’t get the hours off that I need, then I’m done because I really do need those hours. And you know fucking what? I’m not the only one feeling this way.
But that’s not what matters. What matters is that you’re the general fucking manager. You’re supposed to be commanding respect and authority. But you know fucking what? Making fun of me is not the way to do that. I’m sorry I didn’t drop out of high school, that I’m not barely passing, that I’m going to college next year and fucking doing something with my life. Saying “You want your hours cut back because high school is just so hard, right?” and claiming that my extracurriculars are merely “partying” is complete bullshit. This isn’t a fucking joke to me. I’m losing sleep. My grades are slipping. I haven’t seen my friends in weeks. I’m fucking feeling suicidal again.
Despite that? I love the job. Why? It’s a great job, and I have a lot of really awesome coworkers. It’s good experience, even if it’s stressful.
I know you’re understaffed. I know I’m the new kid and I don’t have as many rights. But fuck you for not treating me like I’m human. Fuck you for having no respect for me. Fuck you for making fun of me when things are so fucking difficult right now. Fuck you for, today, making fun of me supposedly “threatening” you. You heard that I was “threatening” to quit? YEAH. I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT TO YOUR FUCKING FACE. You need me more than I need you. I’m sorry, but it’s true. I don’t want to give ultimatums. Like I TOLD YOU, I love this job. I don’t want to go. But if you can’t treat me like I’m human and give me the respect I deserve as another sentient being and actually respect the time I ask off—for SCHOOL RELATED THINGS—then I can’t work there. And I fucking said that to you. I fucking said that.
So fuck you. Fuck you and your fucking self. When you’re not there, I love it, but I don’t wanna see your face. I have no respect for you as a person. I have no respect for you as a manager in the slightest. I have infinitely more respect for the three other managers—they’re wonderful. But fuck you for pretending to actually be in charge and give a shit.
Ok, so I don’t know how I ended up here and woah!
And also they made this
There’s even a granny!
(there’s a guy who looks like Hulk btw)
and there are
THEY MADE THOR
And there’s also this which made me laugh