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Angel of Death.

I am getting to that fucking point agian with work where the bullshit is overwhelming, there is no fucking point to an early morning argument about overtime, when you are taking fucking one shift a week away from me why the fuck are we arguing about overtime, wait, maybe its so you can justify hiring someone else and laying me off agian, this job feels like a fucking concentration camp, Im a fucking prisoner, after the week I have had I no longer need this shit, its time for more hardcore job and soul searching and i need to decide what benefits me in the long run this job or being on disabilty, i cant have a lack of a future in my carrer, im too old for this shit, when i cant see tommorow at this job, yet i know that a year from now, if im working for these fucking morons ill be doing the exact same thing and not really helping anyone, i couldnt not belive that he said that they were legally required to pay me overtime and that they should be paying me overtime, newsflash, i work overtime all the time and you fucking morons refuse to pay it, and me out of some misguided version of loyalty keeps my mouth shut and just choose to fear for my fucking job...did i mention you want me to do 3 hours of unpaid training right after a midnight shift, when Im fucking exhausted, theres no foresight here, no accountability, and no compassion, when the levee finally breaks, there's a good chance some phone calls will be made, because Im sick of this shit, and it shows how little the level of care these kids are getting.

Current Mood: Pissed Off.
The worst-tempered people I've ever met were people who knew they were wrong.

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