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How dare you say you understand I'm under a lot of pressure?  I don't think you could even begin to have a clue.  Look, I"m real sorry that I didn't go to college and take a psychology course (a hundred years ago) and therefore think I understand how people work.  And I'm real sorry I don't have the balls to walk around telling everyone in my path "don't throw stones!"  And I'm real sorry I don't measure up to Terry, who by the way when was hired I couldn't tell is he was stoned or stupid.  Looks like I was wrong on both accounts.  He's just a big baby.

If you listen real close, you'll occasionaly hear Martha and me screaming at each other.  Though neither one of us runs tot he boss and tells on each other.  I'm SO sorry I wasn't acting "like an adult" for a couple of minuets but that shit happens down stairs practically every day.  Too bad you're not around to witness it all.  How conveinent it must be to just wait for Terry to tell it on somebody.

I hope you don't lose any sleep over my mouth.  My mouth and my attitude is exactly why I'm alive today.  I'm sorry we can't all be like you, all laid back and cool.  There might be fewer wars.  I'm sorry you don't understand what it's like to go through a Ramen noodle period.  I'm talking about having Ramen noodles & rice for months, not because you have a cold or because it's cold.  I'm sorry I didn't have my life all planned and laid out for me.  Then maybe I'd be just as laid back and cool.  Then maybe when Terry does something to piss me off I could turn a blind eye.

I'm not doing the things he forgets anymore.  I'm not picking up his slack.  I seriously doubt you'll talk to him just like you never talked to Jennifer.  You have certain ones you have NO problem speaking to and others...well they can ignore the bathroom trash even though their paid to take it out and that's OK by you.  Must be so nice to be so laid back and cool, huh?

Terry and I do not need to communicate.  Martha and I stopped speaking several years ago and the store still thrives.  The only reason Terry and I would need to communicate is because I do a decent portion (even though he gets more per hour) of his damn job.  I'm done.  Terry can do his own damn job.  I have never once had him ask me if I need help, even when I was sick with a cold or vomiting slightly.  Terry is gonna do the minimum required and nothing extra.  I'm not doing that shit anymore.  If that's me "causing problems", well I;m sorry about that.  Maybe you shouldn't have hired such a dumb baby.

I don't need this.  I don't need to be condescended on anymore.  You act as if I am the ONLY ONE who occasionally acts out or has these wretched feelings about Terry.  Go ahead.  I dare you.  Ask anyone.  He's lazy and dumb.  He leaves chicken bones on the table.  He sets the washer to longest cycle ON PURPOSE for 4 shirts EVERY SINGLE TIME!  He has helped tag maybe twice, ever.  Usually he just stands there and watches the rest of us work.  He's real good at that.  He speaks in two words--even you know that.  "Some pants."
 
WHAT ABOUT SOME PANTS?  WHAT?!!!
 You have no idea what it's like working with him when you're not the one signing the paychecks.  NO IDEA!  I could get more comprehension and work ethic out of my 12 year old nephew.   I can't wait to get out of here.  I never hated my job so much until Terry was hired.  Never!  Now I've reached my breaking point.  You pretty much set that line for me the other day.  The day I walk out will be the last time I ever set foot on property again.  Oh, and by the way, I didn't realize I was causing so many problems to begin with.  My bad.




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