Well, the writing was on the wall and not even dry yet! So it has come to pass, the tits-n-ass win another of my shifts. My best shift, Fridays. Hmmm. Now, I still understand but this time I am really angry.
A call. A phone call that goes exactly like this:
“Hey, it’s XXXXX. Did the AC guys show up today?”
“Yea, been here all morning.”
“Good. Hey, buddy, I really hate to do this to you but, I need XXXX to work Fridays. Need to get this thing going. I hope you’ll be alright. See you next week.”
click
If you’re gonna fuck me, at least have the courtesy to show up and do it in person. Obviously I have more respect for myself than he does for me. I was counting on the 4th since I lost my Wednesdays. I can only imagine that next week he would be taking my Thursdays as well.
Well, screw it. Him, Them, Her, There. What ever. Calling me buddy and false hope for my welfare don’t pay my rent. So, off the hook you go, I will leave, as you want me too, so you don’t have to keep making the effort to slowly fuck me over with a smile and compassionate look.
You’re welcome for all the shitty shifts and extra work I did to help you get the place ready for summer. I hope your ringer can control the environment she will undoubtedly create. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Tomorrow will be interesting.
Pissed off, offended, wondering.
The Gori Details 
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