the moment my manager realized I could hold my own, priceless.
Why am I doing this to myself?
In the five days I was in Portland ben quit, zach quit, todd got another job, and freddy called in sick a million times, and glen pulled his back or something. we went from a struggling staff tired burnt out and over worked to dead in the water. as a unit we’re at a stand still. I don’t like this feeling, no one can get in touch with glen i feel like this is him giving up. No one is happy, ben told my i’m the angriest person he’s ever met, i’m not angry I go to work everyday and hype myself up and get ready to fucking kill it and I walk into a nightmare everytime. it’s hard to shit rainbows when everyone is trying to shove there drama down your throat. Going back to work was like I had never left, with the exception all my friends quit. I should just pack my shit up and leave, As soon as i can pull four grand out of my ass i’m out of here. I’m fucking done, this isn’t an empty threat this is serious. I’m sick of the bullshit i’m sick of the drama i want out. I’m done working three station i’m tired of being the only accountable human being in the building i’m FUCKING DONE! None of this is funny anymore, I fucking hate that place and what it’s made me, I used to be me a nice person now i’m just some bitch. Fuck it i’m done, game over. Thanks Offshore.
I may have run off to the other side of the country for a week and not really told anyone why, but it’s cool I’m in love and I don’t give a shit. Looks like it’s time to find a new kitchen on the best coast.
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