…is what my boss told me today after she “caught” me leaving the bathroom after I’d taken a piss and before I’d headed to the back of the club to start cleaning up for the day.
I wanted to say to her, “Lady, you have some fucking nerve to even SAY that.” But I kept my mouth shut; arguing with this bitch is an exercise in futility. Thank god I’m not a paranoid bulimic; that kind of statement could’ve sent someone into spirals.
I wonder if the bitch wonders why she can’t keep a fucking employee to save her neck; with the revolving door she keeps I don’t think so.
Lunch today was “barbecue”, or more specifically, smoke-flavored proteins of choice — pork or chicken, along with potato salad, and a couple-few sweet treats. One of these things did cause the runs immediately after, but did not have anything to do with my bathroom issues post-shift.
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