Like wow, I got this call that was a Complainer, using semi-confusing, yet slightly differing details on international travel that our service had no record of leading to an upset customer that disliked my probing questions and requested to speak w/my supervisor: Pregnant supervisor wants my seat cause shes w/child, fine, I check my British Virgin Islands travel document to be sure all pages are present, they are, so I get up and throw Office Sluts earring in the trashcan, the ugly metal starship thing has been a desk ornament for over a week....I return to my desk just as supervisor is emailing herself notes from this sorry ass Complainer that only wanted to give supervisor the chance to delete one of the pages from my document. Yall, I sat there in my seat fighting the urge to make this preggo cunt cry, and NO I dont give special treatment to pregnant women b/c girls have been busting out babies for millions of years! Therefore, I will only give special treatment to a woman the first six weeks after giving birth, as birth is some tough shit, and one deserves six weeks of privileged treatment. Anyways, so this cunt is five feet outta ear shot, behind a cubicle wall, when I holler, WOW! What happened to my extra bit page on hotels? The page just *disappeared*! Cunt left for the day within two minutes, actually I got a call in less than a minute, and cunt slipped out before I got off the phone. So, I email myself a vent note in hopes some security person will read it and intervene, this is what my email said: Blah-blah, I described the Complainer call, then the deleted page, and This is cunts warning, the next time she deletes my work and smiles in my face thirty seconds afterward, I will flip the script! We gonna write something new today! And why do I have all this drama at work? Muscle Milk, apparently this dude is some hot commodity I am not interested in, nor do I think he is interested in me, however, he must compliment my work (he works the graveyard shift so he reads my documents) making these ho bags jealous. I wish I never woulda got seated next to Muscle Milk on the first day of training, when we had assigned seats. That is when the dirty looks started and shortly thereafter, Milk decided to spread rumors about me to stop other males from talking to me (how shockingly immature is that?) so now that all the rumors are proven to be false, Milk & company are left looking like liars. And I am a Superstar. (Does SNL Superstar cool move)
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 05:24:32 +0000
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