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fuck my work ; Saturday, May 08, 2010 02:03
fuck my work. i want to be nice and help out, pushing my body to it's limits, working a full shift after legs conditioning and you exploit me over and over again.
no more being mr nice guy at work. I WILL NOT EXTEND TO WORK A FULL SHIFT TO HELP FOR SHORTAGE OF STAFF ANYMORE. no one keeps to what they say. after a long day of work, all i get is a, "thank you" WHILE TALKING TO YOUR NOTES. fuck it.
you run to my station, hide in the corner and use your fucking phone during work and when i go there, you demand that i go back to my station. HELLO FUCK YOU ARE SLACKING AT MY STATION I WAS JUST COVERING FOR YOU. i reply your question nicely and you give me a fucking, "WHAT?!".
"look, i know you, you and you end at 10 but if you leave now, we would have to slog until 12 midnight. so why not you all stay back and help each other so we can leave earlier together?"
normally, that would sound perfectly fine. during that circumstances, someone was working with an injured knee, someone was slogging a full shift with aching legs that he almost wanted to call in the morning to not report for work. and we didn't have a choice to decide. WE WERE FORCED TO STAY.
now i have to rub counterpain EVERYWHERE and hope for a miraculous recovery so i can go for training today. i couldn't walk straight when i ended work today. i have no plans to reach training punctually later. and it's not because i can't.
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