2003-11-20 - 8:51 a.m.
"Fuck you...Fuck you...Fuck You... You, You're cool...Fuck you...I'm out!" - Half Baked.
So I handed in my notice yesterday. My boss nearly had a seizure and reamed out, REALLY loudly, the bitches I work with. I didn't quit entirely because of them... they are only a piece of the puzzle. I'm being worked like a dog and not getting paid for it, the women are horrible cows, I want to be closer to my house and my son, and I'm starting school in January so I don't have time for all this work bullshit AND homework. It's just not working for me and life's too short to put up with the crap.
It's nice to know though that I am considered to be so valuable. My boss, the owners, and one of the owner's sisters who works here, all asked me to reconsider and stay. It's nice to know that the work I do is appreciated. I'm still not likely to change my mind unless they come to me and say "Here's a HUGE a raise and I bought muzzle's for the bitches in the office"...Then I might consider it.
Maybe.
Probably not.
A.G.
