Tyreek
Oct 26, 2012, 03:22 AM
Time for some work rant. I was gonna drop this at the BullShxt, but no. Too long. Too pent up. And I have actually taken it personal to my pride. *Caution: Strong words to be used here*
So one of my coworkers was sent home for having a bad attitude, so another worker opted in her place to do clean up. She has to do dishes. Not hard right? Wrong. Let me point out how fucking lazy this dumb ass is. She has a "hard" time washing the dishes. She has a "hard" time mopping the floors. She has a "hard" time with "hard" work period.
I don't care if you had a double shift or not. You said you were gonna wash the dishes? You wash them. You don't wash some, and then leave the rest. You were given the opportunity to have a break. You don't want to take one? That's not my problem. The manager gave you the chance. And on top of it all: No. It is not my fault that you have to wash so many fucking dishes. Get off that fucking phone and clean up LIKE YOU ARE PAID TO DO! And you wonder why those dishes piled up? Because your lazy ass is too distracted listening to music and shit on that dumb ass phone, with that dumb ass Pokemon Fire Red hack you play on it. Spend less time texting and acting a slut over the male workers, and maybe you won't be having trouble!
3 coworkers can get those dishes done lickkity split. And they're preggo'd. Inexcusable! And your ass can't do shit! Why the fuck do you still work here?! And this girl had the audacity, the arrogance, and the fucked upness to get in my face when I spoke the truth after she blamed me for her troubles, that I didn't do any fucking work at all. That I do no work at all, while she slaved??? The manager was sitting right there too, and had to break it up when it escalated.
Her cousin works there too, and I'm cool with her, and she told me to ignore that shit afterwards. But no. It fumes me up so hard that I had the chivalry to hold my tongue. Fuck this shit!
Who provides the food for the grill? I do. Who cleans up the floor after you all act careless with the food? I do. Who has to take out ALL the trash? I do. Who the fuck cleans up all that shit and grease behind the fryer? I do. Who the FUCK HAS TO CLEAN UP THE FLOORS AFTER Y'ALL LEAVE?! I. FUCKING. DO. What do you do?! Sit on your ass eating. On the phone. Acting like a fucking whore hitting on the male coworkers, and the manager; I'm sorry, but are you surprised I don't want you? That I ever wanted you? Don't think about it too hard girl. Doing shit tastic attempts at doing your job if its not front line window work. I tolerated you for so long. But now... You are on my shit list. No hugs, no hellos. Get the fuck away from me woman. You are the epitome of laziness, and you dare say I don't work hard?! I'll always work harder than you ever will bitch! You will remember that, the next time you try to mouth at me again about hard work.
Work was shit today. And she added the bile that made it sting on the way down. When it came time for me to put my grill pieces back, where do I find them? In the sink. Dirty. I made a point to see how fast I could get them clean on my own. 5 fucking minutes. How does that compare to the time it takes her? Astronomical. I'm glad I told the other manager when he called in and made a check up on the cleaning process. And I hope her ass gets a write up, because maybe she'll wise the fuck up when it happens.
Fucking laziness!
So one of my coworkers was sent home for having a bad attitude, so another worker opted in her place to do clean up. She has to do dishes. Not hard right? Wrong. Let me point out how fucking lazy this dumb ass is. She has a "hard" time washing the dishes. She has a "hard" time mopping the floors. She has a "hard" time with "hard" work period.
I don't care if you had a double shift or not. You said you were gonna wash the dishes? You wash them. You don't wash some, and then leave the rest. You were given the opportunity to have a break. You don't want to take one? That's not my problem. The manager gave you the chance. And on top of it all: No. It is not my fault that you have to wash so many fucking dishes. Get off that fucking phone and clean up LIKE YOU ARE PAID TO DO! And you wonder why those dishes piled up? Because your lazy ass is too distracted listening to music and shit on that dumb ass phone, with that dumb ass Pokemon Fire Red hack you play on it. Spend less time texting and acting a slut over the male workers, and maybe you won't be having trouble!
3 coworkers can get those dishes done lickkity split. And they're preggo'd. Inexcusable! And your ass can't do shit! Why the fuck do you still work here?! And this girl had the audacity, the arrogance, and the fucked upness to get in my face when I spoke the truth after she blamed me for her troubles, that I didn't do any fucking work at all. That I do no work at all, while she slaved??? The manager was sitting right there too, and had to break it up when it escalated.
Her cousin works there too, and I'm cool with her, and she told me to ignore that shit afterwards. But no. It fumes me up so hard that I had the chivalry to hold my tongue. Fuck this shit!
Who provides the food for the grill? I do. Who cleans up the floor after you all act careless with the food? I do. Who has to take out ALL the trash? I do. Who the fuck cleans up all that shit and grease behind the fryer? I do. Who the FUCK HAS TO CLEAN UP THE FLOORS AFTER Y'ALL LEAVE?! I. FUCKING. DO. What do you do?! Sit on your ass eating. On the phone. Acting like a fucking whore hitting on the male coworkers, and the manager; I'm sorry, but are you surprised I don't want you? That I ever wanted you? Don't think about it too hard girl. Doing shit tastic attempts at doing your job if its not front line window work. I tolerated you for so long. But now... You are on my shit list. No hugs, no hellos. Get the fuck away from me woman. You are the epitome of laziness, and you dare say I don't work hard?! I'll always work harder than you ever will bitch! You will remember that, the next time you try to mouth at me again about hard work.
Work was shit today. And she added the bile that made it sting on the way down. When it came time for me to put my grill pieces back, where do I find them? In the sink. Dirty. I made a point to see how fast I could get them clean on my own. 5 fucking minutes. How does that compare to the time it takes her? Astronomical. I'm glad I told the other manager when he called in and made a check up on the cleaning process. And I hope her ass gets a write up, because maybe she'll wise the fuck up when it happens.
Fucking laziness!