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So.

I got sick Friday.

I was working. And I felt like poo.

And it didn't help that my manager, Cindy (Lucifer is more like it.) wouldn't stop jumping down my effing throat.

And I've been stressed out lately.

School.

Boys.

Job.

Normal teenage girl stuff.

But more on that later.

So I was telling Cindy that I might not come in today.

And She called me a whiney baby.

I was like, god forbid I'm sick and we work with food, if you want me to poison other people with my disease-ness, make me work.

So she went into the office, and I started cleaning dining room.

So she walked out, and told me to close up cash window, and she was like, "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to say that you aren't sick, its just that I was sick all last week and I came into work."

And In my mind I was like, yeah. Smart.

But I responded back, "Well its not like I call in all the time either."

She really pissed me off.

No body at work likes her.

She abuses her Managerial position.

Here are the ways how:

1. She treats us all like her worker-monkey-slaves, and if something goes wrong, we're all to blame. Even if she messes up on a sandwich, it's automatically our fault, because I guess we have magical mind powers that messes her up.

2. She will make you stay as long as she wants. Even if you are off at 4, she will make you stay till 6.

3. She uses her worker discount on her family. WHICH YOU CANNOT DO THAT. None of us are allowed to, and she barely gives us our own discounts. Yeah. She's a bitch.


She's a racist.

Everytime an Arab or an Indian comes in she says, "HERE COME THE SAND PEOPLE."

And Last Tuesday, before I clocked in, I was doing Japanese homework. She came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I showed her my Kanji (Japanese writing thingy) and she says, "Ching Chung Fish for dinner."

She really is a terrible human being.

And I like to find the good in people.

I treat her with respect, hoping to receive some in return.

But all she does is bitches at me about my hair, and she tries to find flaws in everyone else.

She walks around BK like a god.

And I'm like, yeah, you're a manager at a fast food joint. Congrats. You're gonna be here for the rest of your life, where as the rest of us only see this as a part time job, and we're gonna get out of here someday, to pursue jobs that actually IMPRESS people.

Erughhhhhhhhhhh

But Hope, my adult friend who hates Cindy with a passion, is trying to get her in trouble so she can either change or get fired.

We've all tried going to Matt, but Matt won't do a freakin thing.

So Hope is trying to go above Matt's head.

She's gonna talk to Derek.

Who happens to be the district manager for like all the Burgerkings.

I refuse to get myself involved.

But thats ok cuz there are many other witnesses against Cindy.

But I just recently dyed my hair pink.

And Cindy was all like, "YOU CANNOT SHOW ANY PART OF YOUR HAIR BLAH BLAH BLAH."

So my friend Abby had to help me get it all in my hat.

And I have pink in my bangs so its kinda hard to put that in a hat.

But she was still complaining about it and Matt told her it was fine.

And she had the gull to say, to my face, eventhough she talked like I wasn't even there, "Well maybe if she stopped dying her hair stupid colors, we wouldn't have to worry about it."

I'm Done.

I am SOOO freaking done.

I was seriously about to walk out last night.

And Hope even told me that its against my constitutional right as an American to not be able to show my hair.

It's not like it offends anyone.

And I wear a hat.

And the hat is only really there for health code reasons.

I just know one day. (and hopefully soon) Karma is gonna bite Cindy in the ass.

Yeah.

Thats my blog for the day.

Evening.

Whatever you'd like to call it.