You can proceed to crack that little imaginary whip.
We snicker about your complete lack of knowledge
of the various factors in the master slave relationship.
As soon as I'm clocked out you're just another stutterin'
dimwit waitin' for that knockout hit. Step out of my line of fire
or get twisted up in designed fisticuffs, enough wits
to run circles and trick backflips to shatter a swagger
of undeserved status. Latticed mental apparatus,
the baddest racin' rat about to chew his way out your trap.
"Servants in heaven" mantra throughout my day to day hell.
No control, a wild soul savagely slashin' captors.
Slow roll, styled to hold rites of passage.
Demands to halt met with laughter.
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So I work at the local Chili's waiting tables a few days a week to make ends meet.
There are two managers there who seem to go out of their way to be complete douchebags. I'm talking like neurotic, ego trippin', no life havin' motherfuckers. One in particular is a female that wears far too much makeup. Like that Mimi chick from the fucking Drew Cary show, on that level of ridiculousness. She is a control freak who must've had one of those mothers that homeschools their children and fills their head with all kinds of nonsense about the vast evils just waiting to consume her poor little soul. Anyways, I had already clocked out. I had my jacket on, my apron in my hand like literally 2 steps from the door when she yells, "Chris can you do something for me real quick before you leave?". "I'm clocked out.", I reply flatly. "Well that's okay we can clock you back in real quick for this one thing." She proceeds to ask me to move a stack of 10 plates to a spot that was about 5 feet from the original placement. I laughed and walked out the door. Seriously, go flex your little "middle management authority" somewhere else you fucking cunt. Keep in mind Everse is a a verb defined as "to overthrow or subvert." FUCK THE SYSTEM!
Comments
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I enjoyed how you wrote this too....I've missed your
songs and lyrics....you wrote it with real power
punch and strength!
I did a stint at TACO BELL...it was horrible....
the manager followed me home...because he
knew I had two other roomates both girls...
with the excuse...my wife is out for the night
and I have nothing to do....
and that's my problem why?
I quit as soon as I got my paycheck.
That was when I was starving college student.
ears/Seattle
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i like the way you worded this piece. it really makes the emotions jump out of it that much more. i work for ruby tuesday and i can tell you that there are a few other employees that do the same thing that your bosses do. but just remember, off the clock, they're nothing too.
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I work in retail with a woman exactly like the one you described in your ANs; her name is Muriel, and she is an absolute NIGHTMARE to work with; neurotic, and totally spineless!
Even worse, she's becoming a super, and even though my boss has received numerous complaints about her (to the point that he's afraid of a staff-walkout), he's still promoting her just because she's been there longer. I just avoid her, at any cost.
Lol, if she wants to be the queen of her own little castle, then let her. Take nothing she says to heart, but don't hesitate to bite back. Best of luck with your own version of the woman we call 'The Foreman' ('The Floor-Nazi' and 'The Drill-Sergeant' are also quite common). Lol.
s and sympathy!
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