|Rosita the Riveter|
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Let's talk about work. Chill dude general manager just handed in his resignation because he's tired of working 60 to 80 hours a week just to hear his boss keep demanding he pull some magic bootstraps out of his ass or something. The assistant manager is powertripping mad balls even though the district manager told him flat out he's not going to be the general manager. The district manager hasn't picked a manager yet, but he's making all sorts of noises about discipline and strict standards and whupping us into shape and getting the union under control (as if they ever do anything), so it is going to be somebody uptight as all hell. Union steward is still telling everybody else how to do their jobs while not doing her own, union won't respond to my calls about getting screwed over on mileage from the hours I did in another city, and my department head keeps upbraiding me without giving me a chance you explain myself (in which I'd tell him the general manager gave me my marching orders and I followed them).
I quit. I've got school, and I need to figure out how to jam self directed trigonometry into my schedule while learning how to drive. I'm jumping off this train before the wreck, because I don't have the time, energy, or inclination to pick up the pieces.