白竜; King

Work should never be a place where I feel anxious and stressed to a point I dread going because that bitch is there.

Well, I finally fucking snapped at her. Like majorly. And if you know me well enough it is very hard for me to get angry, let alone snap.

Okay so let me share first the duties I DID today.
~ put the chickens on and dusted them with flavoring
~ cleaned the fry er and filtered it
~ Cleaned the rotisseries top AND bottom ( that includes: draining the debris and grease, scrubbing down all over with soa and water then water again, cleanign the windows etc). She cleaned the racks and pans inside. 
~ I took down the hot bar ( boxed the leftovers and bagged them, priced them, marked them down, set them out)
~ tended to customers of course
~ cleaned two slciers ( soap and water; then sanitizer)
~ cleaned the windows, coutners and tables
~ took down the cool bar ( took down the utensils) and covered the food
~ did a temperature check for everything ( where bitch face HAD to check to see if I did it right OF COURSE)

Yeah thats a lot right?
she cleaned the floors, did ALL the dishes, cleaned a slicer, took out trash etc so

WE BOTH HAD A FAIR SHARE AMOUNT OF WORK, RIGHT???

It is 9:20 I told her “I have to leave at 9:20 I have a movie to catch at 9:40” I told this to her at fucking 6 pm. giving plenty of time.

ohohoh her response? “if we finish up in time.”

SHE IS NOT YM BOSS. SHE IS A FELLOW CO-WORKER.

So its 9:20 and I start to leave cause I did MY stuff. she had the fucking gall to say “THESE COUNTERS ARENT CLEAN!!!”

That was it. I SNAPPED.

Me: YES. THEY ARE. I CLEANED THEM
Her: no they aren’t!
ME: YES THEY ARE. *about to leave again*
her: Look I did A LOT.
Me: *turns around “Yeah and so did I.” *walks away*
her: *saying whatever*
me: YOU’RE NOT MY BOSS.

and yeah.