its been a long fucking road. in the last month, they have lost 4 people out of the shop, all of which i fucking trained and had working successfully since they bought the place. for me.

all new hires fucked off.

i've been with the organization since rub n tug was in kindegarten. the current owners (who took it over after the parental unit retired) couldnt even be bothered to say goodbye or, ummm, thank you for the last 15 fucking years. i am not surprised by this. they are weak assed motherfuckers who have no integrity, loyalty or gratitude to the people who do the work that put money in their fucking pockets. again. i am absolutely not fucking surprised. this is why i was done.

my favourite thing is that someone who cannot do anything, and just thinks you can pay your way out of any fucking situation, now has to figure out how to do things to make it go. in our area, no one wants to work if they can live off of the government teat without putting in any actual effort. the talent pool is incredibly slim. even more so with the shite wages they want to fucking pay.

so yea, moral of the story: learn how to do a thing or you will end up eating a fucking shit sandwich in the end.

and they say: beer before liquor, you'll never be sicker. its a fucking myth and not my struggle. ima drink my beer and then move on to cc.

he gets me good once every 5-10 years. likes to wind me up to watch me reeeeeeeeeeeeee. he doesnt mind sleeping with both eyes open til i'm over it. that motherfucker.

he should know by now to not touch my fucking shit: happy wife, happy life.

like. today. it was there when i went to work this morning.

i am fucking pissed.

its the worst. i was already done with motherfuckinggirlguides, but THIS SHIT kills my soul.

that's right bitches. i'm a fucking girlguideleader.

it was way better when i could see my little terrorists in person, but muh variants.

lots.

so here we are. it would probably be easier if i identified as a dude, but wtf. it is what it is.

yep.

that every fucking time i see his face i feel like exercise.

ima go ride the bike now and keep my comorbidities at bay.

you know...our "temporary" income tax to help pay for WW1...wasnt the fucking GST also temporary? and, of course, these temporary emergency measures that have been forced upon our asses for over a year now...

WHAT OTHER TEMPORARY MEASURES has been forced on the canadian public over the years that didnt end up being temporary? i'm sure there are more.

to take another one. yep.

did not tell him he was a weak assed motherfucker. but he probably already knows that. since they barely said a word to me today. because they are weak. as fuck.

got written up for the first fucking time in my life today for an imagined problem where i am actually saving the company money. which is apparently a huge fucking deal.

basically told the man to go fuck himself with almost nicer words, but not really because i am super fucking good with conflict. his weak ass is not.

i said fuck many times. because fuck this shit.

didnt have much luck finding shit last time around and i would like to support those willing to nut up...nothing nearby on the iwillopen list from rebelnews.

ideas? i dont mind a bit of a drive.