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Plot Twist

Sort of.

Once again I walk into work. Nothing unusual about that...do it all the time. Not feeling good, so I'm not my chipper self. Not expecting to see Boyfriend as it is his night off. Wondering if the new schedule has been made up yet.

I put my lunch in the fridge...call Boyfriend from breakroom phone, but he's not home...go to put my things in my locker in the girls bathroom...the new schedule has been made up...I know this because Biggest Bitch has left her copy right on the bench for all to see....Boyfriend is NOT on it...!!!

Of course I am concerned....not surprised as he has been looking for a new job for a while now...but I don't know what has happened....I call again on break, but he's still not home...probably working with his cousin as much as possible since that is his only employment right now...and I know he was planning on going to visit his daughter in Jersey after the weekend for Halloween...don't know if he's still going.

I find out from Little Nicky that apparently Boyfriend and Biggest Bitch had an argument, Boyfriend swore at her and was going to get written up for it...which makes no sense to me because she swears at us all the time...so he just walked out.

Again, not surprised...if she doesn't like you...you don't last very long here....he lasted the longest...almost 9 months...but it makes me wonder...who's really in charge of the mailroom??????? And Boyfriend does have a temper...especially since it's been building up for a while....

I wonder what they'll think when I give notice? Knowing that crew----they'll draw all the wrong conclusions!

Comments

Jean-Luc Picard said…
When anger builds up over a period of time, eventually, the result will be explosive.
Hang in there...stay true to yourself and don't get caught up in the drama.

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