I am worried, scared, and fearful about going into work today.
Boss Lady yelled--and I mean yelled at me yesterday. Combined with all the other little digs, I see a pattern.
I could fucking take this shit for 50 bucks an hour. I sure's the hell ain't gonna take this for no nine fucking dollars an hour.
I am done. I am done with crying after people yell at me. Done with feeling like shit. Done worrying that I'm going to get in trouble. Done walking on eggs shells.
I will not take any more abuse.
Not for 50 bucks an hour and not for nine dollars an hour.
I may have had a break down and been in the nuthouse twice, but I still have dignity, seven years of college, 14 years of teaching experience. And a stellar employment record until said break down. So you wanna go, Boss Lady? Let's go.
'Cause I'm fucking done taking shit that I don't deserve.
I give myself enough of that. The only one who can yell at me is me. And maybe I yell at myself because I've let others 'yell' at me for so long.
So, I'm done. You wanna go up against a Jersey Girl? Be by guest, bitch. I'll show you what you can do with your mugs.
God Forgive Me. Not Christian at All. But, then I ain't God or the Pope.
Smoke ‘em if ya’ got ‘em. God Bless
In the name of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Mother Mary, Saint Brigid; Saint Jude; Saint Therese Lisieux; Archangel Michael, and my Guardian Angel.
PS: I may be an idiot, but I'm not a fucking idiot.
PS: I may be an idiot, but I'm not a fucking idiot.
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