Manager Bill

I hate my boss Bill because he really screwed me over. I missed the past few Sundays because he didn't put on the old schedule that I worked that very Sunday that I missed. And of course the little fucktard does not think to call me to ask why I am not at work. So I apply at this new Meijer where I can get great hours. Of course I am fucked over. He tells me that he will not allow me to transfer and tells the fucking store director of the other store my terrible work performance. I've been written up before, mostly due to asshole customers, some of which is my fault granted. All my hope shattered by a pissant in a gray vest. All those hopes of a forty hour work week down the drain. I'm still boiling. What a little retard.


Bill 2

Well, here I am again. Damn, I'm angry as hell lately. To get to the point, my first boss who wasn't that great was replaced by a bald-headed guy with an ego the size of Mount Rushmore minus the intelligence. He knows his job but should not be allowed to work with people. He is a complete jerk who likes to bash people over their heads with his knowledge. BFD he knows his job so well. Who wouldn't after doing the same damn thing for over 10 years? He has numerous complaints against him, can't make a fucking decision without changing his mind, and when he does it's the department's fault when the procedures suck anyway. And forget going to his boss who is a short guy with a chip on his shoulder. That guy has no personality and the animated personality of a telephone pole. Another ego=centered prick who thinks the place will fall apart tomorrow if he left. I'm sick of hearing this guy's stories (my boss) about his fat's wife shopping habits at Walmart. I'd rather stick needles in my ears. He also brags about being cruel to animals. He also goes on and on about how many hours he works and how he hasn't seen his kids and they call him Ralph. Who the hell would want that wife of his? Sloppy fat woman who doesn't work? Who cares if you have to work long hours, so the fuckwhat? More people work harder and longer and then have to talk to this asshole when the job is bad enough! Who's putting a gun to his head to work long hours. Get your fat wife out the house and tell her to get a real job so the rest of us can work in peace. Like who gives a shit? As if the rest of us don't have familial responsibilities! Then he brags about pulling a shotgun on someone in his underwear on his front porch who was walking a pit-bull. He is a total prick. I'm so ready to fucking quit. One more time, just once more he really pisses me off and I'm at the end of my rope. I'll quit. Fuck being perfect all the time! For what? The job sucks. I just might get my doctor to write and excuse and use my remaining two weeks vacation (I get three after tenure) after this goon tells me I can't take vacation if there is no coverage. Haha. Bastard. We'll see. If they fired me I wouldn't care. I can get another job eventually and be poor for awhile rather than go through this soul-crushing, degrading way to live. That whole company just totally sucks now. Employees are exiting that place like a school of fish with a predator on their tails. Nothing but total jerks. And this guy should be crowned for being the king of assholes. Nobody likes to talk to him. Not even the men! Of all people to make a manager. Someone needs a frontal lobe lobotomy for putting this rogue in charge.


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