yesterday was a bad day.
a baaaaaad fuckin’ day.
i had to come home after work,
drink close to a bottle of wine,
and immediately go take a nap.
so remember i was telling you about this chick i work with?
she was messing with one of the mail room wolves?
well she tried to throw me under the bus to save her own ass…
so when i got into work,
everything was cool.
as soon as my boss came in at 11,
she called me into the office.
when she shut the door behind me,
i knew there was an issue.
she said she received a few complaints from a vp about me.
i was doing things that was “jeopardizing” the company.
everything she was telling me i did was a complete lie.
my boss knew something was wrong because it wasn’t in my character.
she wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt and talk to me about it.
well that same girl is that same vp’s assistant.
she fucked up,
decided to blame it on me,
and added a few other things to her story.
i’m talking about a 150,000 kind of fuck up.
the vp wanted me fired because of it.
it was serious.
this is why i tell people to watch how ratchet they get.
when shit happens,
your only defense is your reputation.
once that shit is tarnished,
it’s hard to clean it up no matter how strong the cleaner.
now the thing that bothered me is this chick is phony AF.
she smiles in my face,
trying to find out my business,
while telling me all of hers and everyone else.
i know how this works.
this is not my first time at the rodeo with fake muhfuckas.
what she didn’t know is i am one person who keeps receipts.
when i left my bosses office,
i went through my emails and saw the correspondence i had with this same chick.
i quickly forwarded it to my boss and she handled it from there.
i wanted to go and let this bitch have it for lying on me.
ooooooh oooooh ooooh!!!
this hyena has done this before apparently.
i got her entire low down from thing 2 who also got into it with her before.
my thing is,
why lie on me?
why create this story and try to get me in trouble?
i don’t bother anyone at work.
i stay to myself,
stay out of the gossip/drama,
and go about my business when i clock out.
i’m not there to make friends; i’m here to get a paycheck.
if i do decide to make friends,
its after you passed my own personal probation.
she failed a long time ago.
if this wasn’t a warning to NOT fuck anyone at this job,
well i don’t know what is.