Saturday, 11 January 2014
don't judge nor talk about me before clarifying the situation
There it goes again... Thing gets ugly again just because I did not ask before punching out and left the salon despite clock ticking at 21.07. I really hate it. I am only a regular worker who employed by the company you are running yet it feels like I am physically binded or perhaps sold to the company. Whatever fucking things that you do needs to be asked before hand. And that makes me feels like a prisoner. Sometimes I ever wondered will I ever make it to survive until I standout from my level. Feels like a seed that is waiting forever to grow.
Reached home and receive a short text from my BOSS. Started pouring all the incident that happened today. And I'm like, "what the FUCK man". Is this all you heard from my branch manager??? Is that how you gonna fucking judge me based on verbal communication between you two?? Damn... You even mentioned that I'm a "lone ranger"? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I work with the colleagues. We poke, we joke, we shoulder the tough time together(except with my branch manager) and yet been told I'm a lone ranger?? I've been fucking scrutinized from the cover and framed AGAIN. Fucking hell no man. God... you must have mixed my blue print. This is not what it's supposed to be. I try so hard to make my way without recipe and this is what I get?
Come on man, you don't have to do that. Sometimes I ever wondered, do I have the Fucker Face written all over my face when I don't smile. Does that pissed you off and you just tryna work your way to get me in trouble?
Too many complication and misunderstanding.
I should have quit..
I should have just leave the hairdressing world...
not because been judged blindly by these muthafucker, but for my own sake, my hand.... fuck...
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