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Sorry I never wrote more. My back is in such excruciating pain that I just didn’t feel like doing anything. At like 5am or whatever time I got up, I took Ibuprofen cause I just couldn’t sleep with my back pain. I’m not really sure what I did to fuck it up so damn bad but it’s not good. Anyway, I figured 10 pages a day from yesterday to Saturday, I’d finish the writing part of this and just concentrate on other sections, but I fucked up when I didn’t write more last night. Whatever though, it will be ok. I need to not write so much about what I have left to write. Lol. One day, I want my kids to read this and actually find it interesting. Haha good luck with that, self. So I feel like I leave Big Lots pissed off every time I work. Joey finally starts as our store manager today and apparently he says that there will no more staying until 10pm, and that everyone’s out by 9:30. I was like, then they better start putting 9:30pm on my schedule when I close. Most of my shifts this week are 5-10pm shifts and I got 26 hours. If I get half an hour shaved off every time I work close, that’s 2 ½ hours on my paycheck that I lose. I don’t fucking appreciate that. I am just so sick of retail. God I wish someone would drop bricks on my back or walk on it or I don’t care. FIX it somebody. Please. I just had Gabby walk on it again. I also took Ibuprofen again and now I’m sleepy which is too bad because I have to be at work in 2 hours. I COULD take an hour long nap but I want to write. Hmmmm the other thing at work that pissed me off was I was trying to rework the stationary section and I kept getting called up to the front even though there was 4 cashiers. Daniel told me he left Barb and Cassandra go to lunch together. That was just like, so ridiculous to me. I can’t finish what I want to finish and have carts overfilled because you sent two people to lunch together--which no one else ever gets to do. Then everyone but me was offered a milkshake (Cassandra and Barb went to Steak and Shake). Whatever, fuck the dumb bitches I work with. I know Cassandra is going through hard times but that doesn’t mean she should get special treatment. So the deal with Cassandra is that her husband is a controlling piece of shit and Cassandra is leaving him. I’m sure it goes deeper than that as her family is scared for her life now since her dad had a bad dream that she was killed by her husband, but I don’t really know because no one really talks to me anymore. Again, fuck the dumb bitches i work with. Alright, I need a nap. I’ll write as much as I can over the course of the next couple days. I love you more than life!
<3,
me
Okay I’m back. Brian and I are watching Breaking Bad. So far, my back is okay but when I lay down we’ll see how long it lasts. Anyway, earlier I accidentally called Breaking Bad, Breaking Dawn. Oops. But oh well. I had a horrible night at work. It could have been worse I guess but ughhhh! I decided to take a fifteen and Lil came back and started yelling at me for taking a break. No, she wasn’t really yelling at me but omg what a bitch. She had the black bitch attitude going on and all. I really hate niggers. Yes, I said that but before you get offended hear me out! She says, “Did you tell anyone you were going on a break?” I said “Nooo” and by now my face is hot and red and she says, “You need to tell people where you are.” And I said, “Sorry, I didn’t think I had to, miss Lil.” And she got downright nasty and gave me this dirty look and said something I didn’t hear but with such nastiness, I actually cried. Later I found out her mother is dying. I guess that gives people the right to act like bitches? I mean maybe I didn’t get the memo. I called her a nigger because to me a nigger is anyone (black or not) who treats others like shit, are trashy, and/or ignorant. Lil always finds something to be a bitch to me about. I am so sick of it. I want a new job so bad. I can take a course to be a CNA for a week, get certified and work. It’s $500 but I could do it. I need out of Big Lots like yesterday! I can’t believe I cried over it. I hate crying and I do so much of it lately. God why is this house so fucking hot? Alright I wanted to write more but I’m outtie like my own belly button!
<3,
me
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