…and it starts.
so this morning,
i was called into my boss’s office.
liar liar was also in there.
she wasn’t trying not to give me eye contact,
but my boss was on full stare down mode…
so apparently they both wanted to give me a verbal warning.
i came in late this morning due to the train being messed up.
20 minutes late.
i sent a text to my boss about why i was going to be late/
okay then cool.
i got to work and she told me it was “okay”.
so why am i in her office now…?
not only that,
they also wanted to discuss the days i’ve called out.
i swear to god i sat in there like this:
“if you are late again,
i will have to write you up.
3 write ups and you’re terminated.”
no fucks to give.
i went back to my desk and did my work.
i was lowkey fuming,
but i played it off as i listened to some inspirational music.
“patiently waiting” – 50 cent, featuring eminem
that whole “get rich or die tryin” helped get me through today.
i fuckin’ swear it did.
so while i was working,
the lovely vixens of a huge fashion magazine came over to visit me.
they always do before they leave.
“you look so sad.
its all in your eyes.”
“i’m just done here.
i want to leave this job.
i’m over it so bad.”
“aww honey well you are so great.
we will miss you because you are amazing.”
i’ll be okay.
i plan to go onto bigger things.”
“i know you will.
you may end up being our client.”