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These Feelings Of Betrayal
It's almost one am, I'm sitting here with my homeboys older sister, the one who's now ex boyfriend is sitting in county. When I spent that first night with her a couple weeks ago my only intention was to fuck her because I don't like the guy she was dating, but now shes living with me and I'm falling hard for her.
She's down to earth, easy to talk to, and an absolute freak in bed. Her brothers the closest male friend I've got on this god forsaken part of northwestern Kansas, and he's sitting in prison for the next several months after popping hot for meth during a visit with his PO.
Other than her my life's kind of fucked up at the moment. My ex is also my boss, and she got my raise, my promotion, and an 8hr shift taken away from me after I went sideways on her for calling me at 8am to bitch about one of the guys on my night crew. I went to the store and cussed her out because she'd just told everyone not to bother management on their days off or before their shifts since we finally had enough people in management so that there would always be one on duty to handle the days problems.
The first time I've ever been in trouble there in a year and a half and they demote me, take my raise and told me not to come in to work that day. What pisses me off the most is knowing that that fucking cunt could get my raise back just by telling the owner that she doesn't think I deserve to lose my raise. But she refuses to even discuss it with me even tho she knows that I'm being garnished $100 a paycheck for medical bills and can't afford to lose the $100 I got for a raise.
I fell out around three am, and woke up this morning just after ten thirty. It's payday, normally my favorite day, however this week I'm pissed off and bitter when I think of all the time and energy I wasted busting my ass for a company that doesn't give a fuck about me. I've gotta go in to work at 3, hopefully the owners done already left by then. I don't know if I can talk to him without risking my job as well as my freedom.
I got that fat Italian cunt a job there in the first place, and while we were dating I turned down a good job loading grain cars because she told me she couldn't manage the store without me. I'm not surprised really tho, the day we broke up I predicted this happening, right down to who would be promoted in my place. Call it paranoia if you want to, but its not paranoia if you're right.
She's down to earth, easy to talk to, and an absolute freak in bed. Her brothers the closest male friend I've got on this god forsaken part of northwestern Kansas, and he's sitting in prison for the next several months after popping hot for meth during a visit with his PO.
Other than her my life's kind of fucked up at the moment. My ex is also my boss, and she got my raise, my promotion, and an 8hr shift taken away from me after I went sideways on her for calling me at 8am to bitch about one of the guys on my night crew. I went to the store and cussed her out because she'd just told everyone not to bother management on their days off or before their shifts since we finally had enough people in management so that there would always be one on duty to handle the days problems.
The first time I've ever been in trouble there in a year and a half and they demote me, take my raise and told me not to come in to work that day. What pisses me off the most is knowing that that fucking cunt could get my raise back just by telling the owner that she doesn't think I deserve to lose my raise. But she refuses to even discuss it with me even tho she knows that I'm being garnished $100 a paycheck for medical bills and can't afford to lose the $100 I got for a raise.
I fell out around three am, and woke up this morning just after ten thirty. It's payday, normally my favorite day, however this week I'm pissed off and bitter when I think of all the time and energy I wasted busting my ass for a company that doesn't give a fuck about me. I've gotta go in to work at 3, hopefully the owners done already left by then. I don't know if I can talk to him without risking my job as well as my freedom.
I got that fat Italian cunt a job there in the first place, and while we were dating I turned down a good job loading grain cars because she told me she couldn't manage the store without me. I'm not surprised really tho, the day we broke up I predicted this happening, right down to who would be promoted in my place. Call it paranoia if you want to, but its not paranoia if you're right.
Published 5th Jul 2015
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