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well, i sat her down with boss lady, i said my peace, and before i could finish the 1st part of what i needed to tell her, she sulks into the couch, grabs her hat bill down, starts tearing up and said 'well, i'm just gonna' give my 2 week notice' i said, that's all well and good, but while you're here for the next 2 weeks, you don't leave during lunch, and you don't leave without letting me know. she hates me. she's a kid. good riddance.

i've cried at work. shit, i've cried while trying to train a bunch of shit bird marines. but NEVER EVER in front of them. and the crying was out of frustration~pissed~off~rage crying. but still YOU DON'T CRY IN BASEBALL!

i dont' feel bad at all actually. she was threatened the first day i started. talked shit about me, (doesn't even know me) making sure the rest of the staff didn't do closing duties, didn't follow protocol. i kept my cool for the last 2 weeks. but when she left, and didn't say a word. yeah...i jumped on her shit. boss~lady looked mortified, but kept quiet.

i'm the managing chef. i am in the back, she's supposed to be the front/end manager. she left to go to lunch with her mum....at lunch rush. and didn't bother telling me. i had 1 new runner and a baker that was helping out. fuck her. and no, you don't leave for lunch when your job is to make sure lunch goes smoothly and enjoyable for customers.

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happy day of birth!!

wait....how do you know this?

made a co~worker (i guess she's the 'bakery' manager) cry. and then give her 2 weeks. let me ask you this; should a front end manager leave during lunch? (obviously rhetorical). why is it so hard for people to understand that you're there to do a job, not sit around on your phone, or, chatting it up with customers (actually sitting at their table, as if you were invited to breakfast/lunch)? and then, come in my kitchen without something on your grape. wear a fucking hat, or hair~net. idgaf, AND WASH YOUR FUCKING PAWS FFS. follow the rules. out of all the employees, that are younger than her, they have more sense. of course, i can see she's one of those self~absorbed~look at me and all my drama~i'm better than you~shit birds.

i finally got a coffee shop. now i'm just waiting on the bitch, grace to come back around. fuch her and her 'make it ornate' shit. apparently she thinks my 16th centure attire was not ornate enough.

a bird born in a cage will think flying is an illness. nothing to do with virgins, but the mind accepting and becoming complacent with current situation. this is not a quote at all, but in fact an interpretation to the actual quote; 'the nightingale refuses to nest within a cage, so that slavery won't be the fate of it's young' ~ khalil gibran

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good on ya'. i don't use eggs, so that's a new one on me.

it's not over, until i sing.

so it was you. i dreamt about fish a few weeks ago. and no one would say. congrats! (?) and i guess that moves you into milf status. welcome to the club.

feel better love. <3

got me feeling all warm and fuzzy and shit

dumb bitch. *pfft* i read it as pimento grilled cheese. tl:dr ~ so the first day of work was AWESOME!

welcome back

no..he was abusive af. i'm not going to get into it. but i left home at 14. and that's all i'll say about that. according to my grandma, my grandad was really a tough dude to the boys.

we all gonna' die.

guys...how could we forget this gem?

XD i remember those days. these kids will NEVER know the struggles we faced trying to get our fav. song! i still remember trying to get a journey song. thought i cut of the 'jb105" but nope. everytime. XD

i was raised by one of those men. i was told to never cry. i was hit if i cried. so, i don't, around anyone. i cry in the shower IF i have to cry. i cry in my pillow, IF i have to cry. i cry alone, IF i have to cry. and being raised that way, it takes a lot for me TO cry.