sometimes i wish i could get a little attitude.

i mean i have one anyhow.

but i mean really.

like walk up into subway and tell those mutherfucking backstabbers that they need to stop stealing chips, answering their cell phones on the job, or i'll just tell jackie like they did me.

(but i don't steal chips, nor answer my phone)

i mean what is this? it's like the shittiest job in the world.

and i get called to say um.

you gotta wear these kinda pants, cause you didn't one night and someone saw you in sandals, (but i didn't work in them) so that sucks, and oh don't leave the store to pee, under any circumstances.

i mean, fuck that.

and fuck that jazz. i'll just do my job and not even talk. i mean, all i do is get told on anyhow.

it's just jacked up the way people act when you're not around, what did she do interrogate them and say did she do anything wrong this week?

catty bitches.

as i have been saying before, and over and over, these girls, ain't my sistahs. we may share the same sex, but i don't and will not love these girls just because they are girls, cause i trust people until they fuck me, and that's my first problem.

cause they always fuck me.

i don't care if i am new, i'll be gone in a month.

thank God.

with no money, which is beyond me, why i keep the job.

it's fucking ridiculous.

if i didn't have bills.

or have to buy food.

oh no, if i didn't have to volunteer for like a million more hours, i say fuck it. and go the fuck home.

they all ugly anyhow :)

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