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“I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.”

— Claudia Gray

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

nothing in the world makes me more evil than just being kind of annoyed

Thank you to my supervisor and my fucking managers for being shitty ass people. Motherfuckers, you aren’t supposed ask people why they fucking called in. “People calling in, affects the scheduling.” I have the sick hours and I decide to call in because I’m finally tired of being by myself at the desk is your fault for poor scheduling.

To my fucking supervisor, your little, “I’m not meant to be coverage” is pure bullshit!! I see supervisors in different departments cover their employees lunches! The fuck you mean you can’t cover 30min-1hr, your daughter is a fucking supervisor too and she covers lunches when there is no one else there.

Last Monday, I was with one coworker at the desk until 4pm because he had to leave and if he has to leave then he has to leave, I’m not going to stop him from leaving, you didn’t come to desk until 6:30 and you ask me a dumbass question of “You were by yourself this whole time??”. Bullshit! I know damn well you check the schedules, there is no fucking way you didn’t know that I was by myself. On top of that the fuck you mean we still needed take our lunches?! You mean to tell me that you were in the meeting room until fucking 6:30 and you didn’t take your lunch?? I know damn well those Monday supervisor meetings end within an hour or two because I see most of the other supervisors go back to their departments so don’t act stupid when someone decides not to show up or come back after their lunch!

To my operations manager, you damn cunt, don’t act all fucking friendly. You know damn well you’re a fucking asshole. You ask associates why they’re calling in?? Motherfucker you damn well know that shit is illegal to ask! I asked you to see if could return a drain auger, because those things are not meant to be returned because it’s a hazmat issue! You just walk over to pick the auger up and dump it in the trash??!! You cunt, I hadn’t even returned it yet and the even the customer that was in front of us was like “okay??”

To my specialty manager, sir! You are literally the most physically intimidating person we know in the fucking store, I get it we have to make the customers happy, but you bitch, when we tell you that someone is trying to return their old shit with new receipts, we just need you to tell them no! The fuck you mean?? “You can’t prove it?” Motherfucker! The receipt says they bought the product two days ago when that product looks older than two days!! I need you to be the manager you are paid to be!

I’m so glad I reported your asses! The store manager wasn’t doing anything and is all buddy buddy with you all! I had no choice but to go to hotline because I needed someone to actually do something about it. If you’re upset we go to the hotline, either be good managers or don’t make the hotline so easy to fucking access!

accepting that you’re objectively weird & owning it is infinitely better than being constantly desperate to appear normal to people who don’t even matter to you