June 10th, 2007


Another 'I Hate My Job' rant

You know what? I am NOT fucking mind reader. Just standing there staring at me will get you NOTHING. You want something? OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND TALK TO ME. I won't go off on you unless you dick me around. I am not your mother, I am not your maid, I am not your personal assistant.

You want me to respect you? Stop coming in so drunk that you're staggering into walls or so stoned you don't even know your own name.

Stop trying to do pot in the bathroom, I know what it smells like.

Stop acting like you deserve something. It's not my fault you've pissed your life away.