Captain, There's Dissent In the Ranks!

Today was not the best of days. Unfortunately, this is the norm at my current job. Take the fact that it takes me two weeks to make as much as I used to make in one day and couple it with my strong dislike for my co-worker/boss and you've got a recipe for pure, unadulterated hatred. It's gotten to the point that I don't even try to excel anymore. I just go in, do as I'm told, and go home. No more, no less. I don't even talk to her because if I did I would surely lose my job. Not that it would be that bad. In fact, I have thought seriously about quitting pretty much everyday for the past 2 weeks. She has to know that I hate her because every time she talks/barks orders at me, I just give her the ol' dead eyes and a slow blink and reply with a monotone "yeah." Surely that reeks of unhappiness in ones job. But this lady is freakin' relentless. Last week she told me that I HAD to come in on my ONLY day off. When I stated that "umm..well, that's my ONLY day off", she didn't care and persisted to say that I HAD to. So, being the good little worker bee that I am, I showed up. Much to my chagrin, I later found out that the real reason that I HAD to be there on my ONLY freakin' day off was so that she could have a freakin' 5 day weekend. Whore. But wait, that's not all. She also has a lot of little weird hang-ups. Today she told me that I couldn't bring my backpack to work anymore. WHAT? WHY? I swear to the Lord Jesus Christ that this was her answer... "Because when you put it on your back, it looks like your leaving." HELLO! CRAZY LADY!! Are you freaking serious? So I told her that I'm bringing my backpack, sorry, but if it bothers her that much, I won't put it on my back. Freakin' whore.

As a seriously funny sidenote, when I ran the spell check it suggested that I replace the word freakin' with the word foreskin. That would have made the last sentance "foreskin whore." Hahahahahahaha! *cough* Sorry, that wasn't very ladylike.