So on Wednesday, I wrecked my car. And tomorrow I’m taking the day off from work so I can potentially spend all of my savings on another car so I can actually drive to work. But now I have to deal with my bitch of a manager, cutting my hours in half out of spite. Because I don’t kiss her ass and be all chit chatty with her and because I give her ‘bad vibes’
Are you fucking kidding me?!