Tuesday, July 8, 2008

I HATE MY FUCKING JOB

I really, honest-to-goodness do. I fucking hate it. They treat us all like we're fucking infants. IT'S A FUCKING TANNING SALON, not the CIA for cryin' out loud. They act as if every little thing is so fucking serious. I just got my first official "written warning" because I didn't come to the supposedly "mandatory" store meeting on Sunday. Uh, sorry! But my Grandma (step-grandma, actually- she married my mom's dad like 40 years ago), is moving back to Mexico (she's Mexican), and Sunday night was her going away dinner with my family. I'm not going to skip such an important event, saying goodbye to my grandma who I'll likely never see again, just to come sit here in this god forsaken place and listen to COMPLETE BULLSHIT! I've been to dozens of these fucking meetings, and that's exactly what they are: bullshit. We sit around, while two or three girls blab on and on about something retarded, while the rest of us sit there waiting for the damn thing to be over so we can get the fuck out of there and go home. And these meetings consist of ZERO new or important information. EVERY SINGLE THING discussed in these meetings could VERY easily be typed up into a half-page memo for everyone to read when they come in to work their shift. They are such a fucking joke, such a fucking waste of time. They are out of their fucking minds if they think I'm going to skip something legitimately important for one of their precious meetings. Give me a fucking break. This job is seriously PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!!!!! I hate it. I absolutely fucking hate it. And with the exception of one manager in this whole company, all of the managers act as if they're fucking goddesses. Ooooohhhh!!! Let me bow down to you! You're a manager of a fucking tanning salon. Excuse me if I'm not insanely jealous of your extremely high career aspirations. SHUT THE FUCK UP! Go fuck yourselves. You treat me like a worthless piece of shit now, but at least I'm doing something a bit more ambitious with my fucking life. And I'm so fucking sick and tired of reading notes to us girls that are so derogatory and disrespectful. I don't come here to make this little bit of money to be talked to like a fucking dog. I keep telling myself that I can do it. Just a few more months. Every single second, however, is a struggle. I want to put in my two weeks notice and say goodbye to this place forever! I'm a fucking 26 year old WOMAN, about to be a fucking teacher, and I'm putting up with high school drama and fucking infantile bullshit. GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!

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