Jesus Christ, where do I begin?!
Well, as is common knowledge, I work full-time at the fat farm.
It's just full of the fuckers. They make my life hell. They care about shovelling fatty burgers to idiots and therefore, feel they should try and make me care. CUNTS! the lot of 'em.
I'm constantly being told to speed up, despite there being no reason, or I'm told to put more effort into fucking sweeping.
One is called Emma, she's a right nasty bitch. Looks about fifty and she's only 26. She picks on everyone. Anyone who tells her to fuck off becomes her worst enemy (yeah, me). She can't handle people either, so if she loses an argument then she'll get the manager to back her up. Pair of utter cunts. In fact, all but one of the managers is like that. It doesn't matter, it's just Spackdonalds.
GAH!
Alright. This isn't interesting, but it's good to vent some spleen.
( Brown cow, Thu 12 May 2005, 18:35, Reply)