I'm a SLAVE for you. Is that what i am? I am sick and tired and pissed and farking frustrated with work. Damn hell, i have been slogging my ass for a good 4 months eversince that fucking faggot got sacked and after the fucking bitch went AWOL.
What the hell am i doing here. I am not paid a single hour of OT. I am answerable to all the shits that happen. I am doing the job of 3 people, the manager, the executive and the coordinator. And what fuck do i get? a $150 pay increase that will be gone once the manager comes in? Who the hell do you think i am?!
You think im a fucking robot?! You think just because of my love for my job that gives you the extra edge knowing that i will never quit? Wheres the new boss i was promised, wheres my assistant that was promised? Wheres the change in designation and wheres the fucking MONEY!!! That fucking faggot got a whole of dough for doing shit and even eating into your bank and i am paid less for more shit to face?
And you think i am super woman? That i dunt fucking get sick? And who the fuck will attend, plan and execute all the bloody events if not me?! Why? Digg this man, if i dunt turn up for an event just for the sake of it, just for fun, do you think the show will go on? DO you think anyone else bothers? Do you think anyone gives a fuck?!
The only fucking thing that they care about is my punctuality and my attendance. Which i can safely say that the latter has not problems. But why the fuck am i staying back way beyong 5.30pm every fucking day?! For fucking fun?!
I am still sticking and holding on because of the love i have for my job. Let's jsut wait and see how much longer i can take this shit.
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