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And yet, I still feel, unfufilled. Like something is pulling from deep within my heart, a burning desire, to fufill my wants and needs. (My needs are wanting to kill, BILL!, not really, I want to kill My Boss, "Ms. Audrey" and her sister, "Ms. Sirena." Ugh, Today, she told my friend Seth that I, "Was not doing my job, I was walking around, and I don't know how to work." BULL ******** s**t!!!!

I walked around to put the plates where they go, and I was doing my job, my job is to wash the dishes, not to ******** take orders from a 75 ******** year old waitress, she is the one not foing her job! ******** bringing the food to the wrong tables... My job is to also, help doing appetizers, I do that. She said I was playing around too much, and that is why we get backed up with dishes, NO! I can only work as fast as the ancient dishwasher can.... I can't make the dishwasher go faster. I could just walk out, and let the lazy bitches do it theirselves, but I'm not that type of person!

Ok, enough venting.

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