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Apr. 25th, 2009 08:09 pmI don't know. I'm switching from being pissed off to depressed to murderous to WTFSTUPIDBITCHGODIAF!!!!
Translation: Today Helen, our shop manager, implicitly, sorta, kinda, by-the-way, indirectly called me a thief. Apparently I now steal (or misplace, idk, I was too shocked to comprehend this shit clearly at the time) cash-register tapes. Because Tatjana has said that I tend to dig around in the FORBIDDEN corner of the shop when she's not around where only Helena and her mother Galina, who also works there, are allowed to dig. All of this because I once tried to find something in there when Tatjana couldn't find it and I knew it was there. Guess I should've known it wouldn't amount to anything good when Tatjana screamed at me to get away from there.
I'm blank, I'm livid, I'm freezing cold and bordering on breaking down in tears or going on a holy rampage.
Also resignation. This time I'm writing it and handing it in. Fuck the consequences. Fuck becoming jobless. I can handle that. I'm a fucking big girl and big girls don't.fucking.cry. (Thanks for that lesson, gran.)
I want to cry right now. And then wake up tomorrow to find that things have somehow straightened themselves out.
When did I become so goddamn emotional, anyway?
I guess I'm not a robot then. Which totally sucks. Someone could just reprogram me, erasing all the rubbish data from my memory processor.
ETA: Worst part is? When it's my word against Tatjana's? Helena will believe her because they're cousins. It's a rule that when your family is involved, you trust them more than strangers from aside.
God. Why didn't I have the guts to ditch them last November? Why is it so damn easy for people to do a guilt trip on me? Because I totally fall for it every.damn.time.
Translation: Today Helen, our shop manager, implicitly, sorta, kinda, by-the-way, indirectly called me a thief. Apparently I now steal (or misplace, idk, I was too shocked to comprehend this shit clearly at the time) cash-register tapes. Because Tatjana has said that I tend to dig around in the FORBIDDEN corner of the shop when she's not around where only Helena and her mother Galina, who also works there, are allowed to dig. All of this because I once tried to find something in there when Tatjana couldn't find it and I knew it was there. Guess I should've known it wouldn't amount to anything good when Tatjana screamed at me to get away from there.
I'm blank, I'm livid, I'm freezing cold and bordering on breaking down in tears or going on a holy rampage.
Also resignation. This time I'm writing it and handing it in. Fuck the consequences. Fuck becoming jobless. I can handle that. I'm a fucking big girl and big girls don't.fucking.cry. (Thanks for that lesson, gran.)
I want to cry right now. And then wake up tomorrow to find that things have somehow straightened themselves out.
When did I become so goddamn emotional, anyway?
I guess I'm not a robot then. Which totally sucks. Someone could just reprogram me, erasing all the rubbish data from my memory processor.
ETA: Worst part is? When it's my word against Tatjana's? Helena will believe her because they're cousins. It's a rule that when your family is involved, you trust them more than strangers from aside.
God. Why didn't I have the guts to ditch them last November? Why is it so damn easy for people to do a guilt trip on me? Because I totally fall for it every.damn.time.
