With the roads nasty and icy this morning, I called into work to tell them I would be late. All is well.
I get to work a little over an hour later and walk into a shitstorm. My boss, who is a total fox but is also a bitch of the most radical sort, comes at me with "Where the fuck have you been? Why do I pay you if you aren't going to be here, working?"
Well, you rotten fucking cunt, considering that I went into the ditch three times during the 15 mile drive, that I had my three children in the car, and that I DID FUCKING SHOW UP after calling to let the yard manager know I would be late, I think I did well. In fact, I think I did terrific under the circumstances, especially when you consider the fact that the boss, all employees, and every stick of expensive shit in this store and the yard could burn to ash in agony and tears and I wouldn't give half a fuck. Careful how you talk to me, or I'll tell you to shove your 9$ an hour in your pussy, report you for every safety violation and fire hazard, trust me there are ALOT, and then toss a brick through your fancy new stained glass window before I blow out of this hellhole. Then I'll kick the shit out of your barfly husband and grudge-fuck your highschool sister who is already showing interest in me since I gave the ex the big boot out into the street.
So? Get the fuck out of my face and let me do the job I came here to do.
Fuck work.
-WP went Tyler Durden for an instant but sanity prevailed and I just frowned at the bitch and walked off.
