Why you even gotta do these things?

Ok, so I'm at work, and oh my wow. Beth, my higher up, steve's brother's girlfriend, wrote such a nasty note to all of us. I'll type it all out, and highlight what was directed at me:


"2 days that I aske to have the place swept and yet not one of you have lifted a finger. All of you ignored the fact that it needed to be done. That's after I specifically asked for it to be done. I hope you guys realize how pathetic this situation is and how much ahrder you're making it on me and mayur. DAWN, hang up your celphone, stop decorating and start cleaning. Take your TV home and I'll take my comp monitor if that's what it takes. STEVE, it is your job to wrap up the days work regardless of picking up anyone elses's slack. And if making coffee back here is so irritating to you, then why don't you just go ahead and fix the BUNN maker like I was trying to yesterday? JOHN, put down your toys and take more initiative. The windows look great btu what about the rest of the lobby? Too bad if I've made you upset, maybe now you see my point. Working hard for 2 hrs a day is unaceptable. Don't be so lazy!!! You're adults, BTW, and if oyu sick of hearing it form me, just do the work and i'll shut up."

As I paus my blagging to check somebody in.

Now, by toys, she means my juggling props. That woman. I read the note after I showed up early (as fucking usual, I'm the only employee who comes early to do things to help the shift I'm relieving out). I looked at Beth and said, "You know, I have only been here ONE day. I don't know if you asked that fat cunt Dawn to sweep anything while it was my day off, but if you did I'm sure she didn't because, well, she's a fat cunt. (she laughed at that remark)Now, you know I have no problems taking orders from you, and I always do what you ask. There's no reason to include me in that note, that was uncalled for."

I then went on to explain WHY I had FORGOTTEN to sweep the lobby yesterday, which was due to a flagrant system error on our computer that caused all sorts of fucking glitches, among which were the computer not authorizing credit cards AND deleting everyone who was in house. Stressful.

And after she apologized for bitching at me via dry erase board, I mentioned that I spend as much time juggling as she would smoking cigarettes. She was unaware.

Now she wants me to actually write down my reasons for not doing something if I ever don't do it, because when she asked why I didn't write about the computer problems I said "I don't like to bitch...you know how it is..."

She laughed, and I told her I'd finish cleaning the buffet room since she went ahead and swept the floors.

Even though I kind of resolved the situation on my part, I still agree with her. Steve and Dawn don't really do a whole lot around here, and it shows.





I still can't believe she called my props toys. That really got me angry. If I were an asshole I'd write down every obscure thing I do here that she habitually FAILS to notice, but I digress.


I refuse to play her games...