I am not someone who bitches. And I hate it when people do, its just man, everyday are you kidding me, and he has the indecency to text me on the weekend.

How are you?

How am I? Working, on the weekend, for barely any extra money thats how I am. And you stopped me while I was in the zone earlier to chat to me about those pictures you took for a fundraiser. Why should I care? And the weird shit with the hours thats surveillance and thats messed up. I wished there was a way or a just a day that could tell you how I feel. Go Eminem give you the finger and tell you to sit and twirl. I can't stand it, if it wasn't for Ry I wouldn't have to do this shit. Put up with people like you. Manipulating all the time, always smiling and not telling you how they feel. But then I don't get a raise, because I didn't put the burgers in correctly, or because I didn't up-sell those cookies. Fuck this. Again I have to clean to play place, and again I have to cover for that new guy. Whats his deal anyway. He doesn't do anything.