I usually don't let shit get to me to the point where I walk out. It must have been in the air or something, I just woke up in a bad fucking mood, I did. I walked out of the Hamptons today. You should have seen the look on everyone faces it was total surprise and shock 'Jenny is leaving?! Oh my god, she must be REALLY pissed off' ha, yea I am.
#1, I woke up in a terrible mood. Hateful, mean, full of piss and vinegar wanting to hurt anything and destroy everything that I can get my hands on. And I supressed it for the most part, until I get to work.
#2, I have nothing but late checkouts. That means I can't do a goddamned thing until they leave. I have 3 overnighters and their still sleeping, ok Its sunday sure I dn't mind. The one room I could strip out left first thing this morning. So, I go and strip it out. Went to get my cart, I'm already irritated beyond everything because of the 1pm check outs, making me WAY behind alraedy. I know, its something I can't help, and I usually don't get upset over it, But today I was pissy anyways, and well, you know.
#3, I go to get my cleaning cart and low and behold, I know it was fucking stocked yesterday with extra towels and everything, because I know how sundays are. Guess what?! Someone came and stold my shit off my cart. So, that seemed to be the straw on the camels back, especially when I caught her doing it and she lied to me about doing it... Oh my god that just pissed me off. So badly.
So, I went up to the front desk, gave them my stuff and said "I have a migraine, I'm going home" and left. And I guess I said it in such a way that I must have scared the girl, because she didn't argue with me. The 1 other time I went home early, when I was in the middle of having that crud shit a few weeks ago, I told her I was sick and going home after I was done with my shit and she insisted I had to help everyone else first, I laid into her ass. She don't fuck with me anymore.
Yes, I am a badass, I know I'm a badass and I know damn well for a fucking fact I'm a bitch. But I also know that I am a nice and sweet and kind and caring person and I'll break my own back bending over backwards to help you. Don't FUCKING lie to me. Oh my god I have such issues with Liars. And ofcourse, yea. we wont go there, just piss me off worse. Especially if I WATCH you do something and then you LIE about it.
I'm gonna go kill shit on SneezyMud. Try and calm down and get into a good mood before mom and dad get hoem from church and I have to explain WHY I am home so early.
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King



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