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Anonymous asked: I'm so thankful you stopped bitching about me via tumblr. I'll be visiting at your school soon though :)
People disgust me. The one person I’ve ever bitched about on Tumblr publicly, so I’m not stupid. I know who you are. And I know how shitty of a person you are. You love how much pain you’ve put me through, yet you run around and act as if you did nothing. You are a pathetic, piece of shit person. Ugly inside and out.
Yet I no longer wish bad things for you. I don’t wish good, either. I wish nothing. I hope for nothing for you. You don’t exist to me. Either of you. You got what you wanted.
So now, kindly fuck off.
Rachel Colby, is and from now on always will be, one of my best friends. I don’t give a shit who has to say what about it. I love her. And SHE is a good person.
I never thought hearing songs you used to sing me would make me cry so hard I can’t breath. I never thought I’d dream about you. I never thought I’d want you to come home. I never thought I’d ask your family how you’re doing. I never thought I’d worry about you. I never thought I’d think about you. I never thought I’d constantly check my phone for a text or call that isn’t coming. I never thought I’d wonder if you were thinking about me. I never thought I’d care about you. I never thought I’d miss you.
I never thought I’d love you.
I am so close to quitting my job. Half because of some of the people I have to refer to as “co-workers” and half because of the ass holes that refer to themselves as “caring customers”.
Everyday this week has been busier than hell. And most of us are trying to pull our weight as much as possible and then some. Most of us have enough common sense to know that it’s extremely busy, and we all need to be up front as much as possible to help move people along and to the rest of their day as fast as possible. Most of us know that we should give each other some damn respect and help. Well, not one of the mother fuckers I work with. He seriously thinks he can run away and hide every time a lot of people come around. NO. You stay where you’re at, and you tough through it. He’s almost twenty years old, and thinks it’s acceptable to leave every time we get busy. And where does he go? Not to get carts. Not to do bottles. Not to do garbage. I caught him at least ten times today back in the deli, listening to the god damn football game. And yesterday, I caught him at least twenty times just randomly talking to customers. Not HELPING them, just talking. Then his excuse was “uuhhh, uhhmmm, ohhhh, I haven’t seen them in YEARS.” Or the good ole “Uhhhh, uhhhmmm, ohhhh, I was checking TRASH!” No, you weren’t. Your ass is in the deli, your ass is hiding in the back, your ass is doing departments when WE NEED YOU UP FRONT. Like, honestly? And of course, I’m the only bitch of the staff that has the balls to yell at him. Idiot.
And as for these out of towners.. Today at the beginning of my shift, a $500+ order came through my line. The owners of this order, were two healthy middle aged rich people. Bragging about these three parties they’re throwing this weekend. They had me separate all of their stuff FOR them, god forbid you separate it before to help us when it’s so god damn busy. But no, separate them FOR them. Bag them separately, without ANY mistakes. And then strategically place them in three different fucking carts. One for every party. This act alone wouldn’t piss me off, had the following things not happened when we got outside to load their groceries. Picture the following dialogue in the most bitchy voice possible.
“Okay, ehm, THIS cart needs to go in the LEFT back, don’t mess up and put it in with the other stuff like you baggers normally do. And then THIS goes on the RIGHT. Hear that? RIGHT. And then this other one, go ahead and put that in the BACK SEAT. But leave enough room for me to sit, okay? Alright.”
The disrespect there wasn’t enough. She had to emphasize the big words so that my stupid little “two year old brain” could understand. I’m not scum, I’m not stupid. I can do my job. After she barked out all of her orders, she sat down and let her husband watch over me. Not help me put their twenty bags in their car without screwing up, just watch over and grumble that I was moving too slow. After I put all of the first cart in the back seat, I went to put the rest in the trunk like they had asked. As I was bending down to pick up their five million bottles of vegetable oil, the ass-hole decides to finally help by whipping his trunk door up right as my head was coming up, causing me to bash the back of my head into his trunk. I instinctively dropped the oil and put my hand onto my head. When I pulled it back, blood. My fucking head was gushing. And what was his response? What was both of their’s response?
“HAHAHAHAHA, I bet THAT hurt, didn’t it? Don’t get that on my car.”
And then the bastard went and sat in the passenger side and told me to “hurry my ass up”. So, I did just that. All the while crying at the blood dripping down my neck. I got all of their shit in their fucking car (WHICH was parked in HANDICAP PARKING. Two healthy ass middle age people, parked their huge ass SUV in HANDICAP PARKING) and marched my ass back inside.
That’s not all that happened. Later on, as I was trying to get the carts in the rain before it was time to leave, some old bastard whips his at me, hitting me in the side. No, old man, don’t fucking take five seconds out of your time to hand it to me, no no. It’s okay. Just whip it at me. And then laugh, after.
People now a days. I tell you what. I’ve had just about enough.
Day Two.
2. Something you feel strongly about.
I’ve always had this saying, “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward”. I guess that’s something I feel strongly about. I have no filter. Everything I say or do, may or may not offend people, and it may or may not make people feel awkward. I’ve never felt like you should have to watch how you are just to make other people feel comfortable. I guess that may be rude, but it is what it is. And it’s something I feel strongly about. Don’t let things freak you out, or make you feel awkward, and you’ll be 10 times happier. Promise.
BYOW
“Bring Your Own Wood - Senior Bonfire 2011”
Sunday night, First street beach, 9PM. I’m so excited. Being with everyone tonight was the best. I’ve really missed my class. It feels good to actually be apart of them again, and have people actually ask me to hangout again. Instead of just assuming I’m too busy being shoved up someone’s ass. People actually want to be my friend again, and it’s refreshing. I don’t know how I spent last year the way I did. I was miserable.
Abby, Rachel, and I attended the game tonight. And then went for a walk on the peir after and talked about everything. It was so awesome. I’ve really needed some girl time. Especially with them. Abby’s is and always will be, from now on, my best friend. And Rachel and I have so much in common, it’s nice to have someone who understands.
I’m happy.
The beauty in people amazes me. People I never thought would possibly care to hear my story, care. People who I thought hated me, care. People are beautiful. Especially the people I know, and love.
Thank you, Madi Bachman. For being here when I needed someone the most. You are a beautiful person.
