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kyrasantae
I couldn't wake up this morning. Just didn't want to get out of bed. Just didn't want to deal with bitch girl. No way. Nor customers who can't speak English properly.
I cried all the way to work.
One of the other ladies told me that bitchgirl was just as rude and pushy to her when she first started. And it's not like bitchgirl is much older than me (she's also 19), and she's definitely not older than that other lady I was talking to. At least bitchgirl wasn't at work today. Bitchgirl thinks she's so great because she's 19 and works at Panago and knows so much. Me hates bitchgirl. Bitchgirl give me mental breakdown.
I told everybody around that there was no way anyone was going to get me on the till, because there was no way I was going to be happy doing it. Or doing it well. At all. So for the most part, I made drinks and looked for paper cups. And washed dishes while the lady who normally does dishes took her break. Of all things, I prefer doing dishes most. I don't have to face people all the time, the dishwasher always cooperates, and gloves help my hands quite a bit with the hot dishes.
Anyway, dinner is calling right now so I better finish this up (might add more later), but later in the afternoon, some younger workers came by (they're still in high school), and their energy and hyperness really helped me feel a lot better.
In any case, work still sucks. The iced capp machine that didn't work for me for the last two days worked for me today. I think it's evil. That's why it'd only work on Friday the 13th.
Edit: Workbitch 2005 - It's official!
I cried all the way to work.
One of the other ladies told me that bitchgirl was just as rude and pushy to her when she first started. And it's not like bitchgirl is much older than me (she's also 19), and she's definitely not older than that other lady I was talking to. At least bitchgirl wasn't at work today. Bitchgirl thinks she's so great because she's 19 and works at Panago and knows so much. Me hates bitchgirl. Bitchgirl give me mental breakdown.
I told everybody around that there was no way anyone was going to get me on the till, because there was no way I was going to be happy doing it. Or doing it well. At all. So for the most part, I made drinks and looked for paper cups. And washed dishes while the lady who normally does dishes took her break. Of all things, I prefer doing dishes most. I don't have to face people all the time, the dishwasher always cooperates, and gloves help my hands quite a bit with the hot dishes.
Anyway, dinner is calling right now so I better finish this up (might add more later), but later in the afternoon, some younger workers came by (they're still in high school), and their energy and hyperness really helped me feel a lot better.
In any case, work still sucks. The iced capp machine that didn't work for me for the last two days worked for me today. I think it's evil. That's why it'd only work on Friday the 13th.
Edit: Workbitch 2005 - It's official!
