Undone

So I tried to enter my diary like five times last night, and NADA. Blah. So I can’t even afford $2.50 a month, sue me. I can’t complain too much cause it’s free–

and it keeps my brain attached to the rest of my body.

Moving on to what really enrages me today.

So my boss (or MR. Fuckeduppowerfreak as I like to call him) moved the Assistant manager to another store, because they had a disagreement. Not to mention he’s moving one of his cronies in. I’m sorry, it looks a little incriminating when you move your little pal in and the assistant manager that everyone likes OUT.

Let me explain to YOU what no one else seems to understand. (and sorry to Marcus, cause i’m using his name instead of some little pseudonym because I’m too tired and damn lazy to figure one out.) Marcus is the listening guy, the guy who says “Yeah I understand that, it’s really not very fair.” Not to mention he’s the one I tell everything to. He doesn’t act like he’s all superior to me, and he thinks I’m a wonderful asset. To my boss, I’m nothing but a glamor cleaning lady. And if by some miracle of God he doesn’t think that, he sure as hell doesn’t show it. In fact we’re really never sure what he’s thinking.

Back to Marcus.

He’s sweet, and he knows what bugs the shit out of me, and doesn’t do it, just because he’s nice like that. He thinks I’m funny and laughs at my really lame jokes. We’ve known each other for nearly two years, we were trained by the same manager, and we know what each other are talking about nearly all the time. He’s my best friend, my confidant, and my boss took that away.

God, do they even think about anything before they do it?

Derringer Meryl [Unsure of Dreams] Out