seriously though, fuck that guy and his wife. I'd curse them both with bad sex or something, but they're straight and that's already a curse in and of itself.

//slight tmi

it was the exact opposite of that but it's fine, I screamed about it in the car on the way home to relieve the stress. Also I literally gave myself a stress stomachache and felt like I had to shit but I didn't actually have to 💔 overall just not my damn day.

well it's been 20 minutes and i don't feel any different.

the other person uses her misophonia, repressed trauma, untreated mental illness as an excuse to be a miserable asshole to everyone. The day that she's gone is the day that I'll finally know peace again. I have no remorse whatsoever thinking about her not being alive for how she's treated my family.

quitting while i'm sobbing is not a great fucking idea because i don't have another job. but if something ever fucking happens like that again i'm actually done

I feel like fucking shit. and my manager didn't correct them. What the fuck am I even here for.

I quit. I can't fucking do this.

IM FUCKING OVER IT. IM-

GOD I FUCKING HATE IT HERE. AND HE CALLED ME SHE.... I'M GOING TO THROW UP.

THEYRE LITERALLY FUCKING COMPLAINING ABOUT ME TO MY MANAGEMENT.