I'm alive. I guess that is all I can say right now since work has taken a huge turn for the worse. I got writen up for being "insubbordinate". If having a sore back and a douche bag be a total prick for weeks on end is part of being "insubbordinate", then fuck that place. I'm so sick of getting shit on. I'm just so fucking sick of it. I work my ass of for anyone I fucking work for and I get nothing in fucking return. I guess that is just one of the many stories of my life. I'm srsly fucking tired of everyone walking all over me. I don't have to show up and one of these days, I may fucking not show up. I hate to think that this job is turning into Sam's, but it's pretty fucking sad when someone sits there and says, "You never do what you're told! It's people like you why I can't get a new store!" EXCUSE ME?! You're fucking kidding, right?! I do everything you fucking ask me to. Kiss my ass you fat ass fucking cow. God I fucking hate you rfn.

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~Kayla

me and my friends understand the future