Ass manager update. 

We never ended up pulling the prank on the ass manager.  At one point during planning it dawned on me that I am twenty-five years old and should be well past the age of practical jokes.  That realization pissed me off even more than the ass manager himself so that anger coupled with some fucked up goings on in my personal life turned me from my usual assertive self into an impatient, snippy bitch.

So anyway, the ass manager called in sick yesterday... for the next several days.  He claimed he was just under so much stress in the workplace (somebody fucking gag me).  We all got a good laugh out of that one (as we pull double shifts to cover for his stupid, lazy ass).  My aunt/manager pointed out that when I was around the guy practically sweats through his shirt because I am so "aggressive" in the way I do pretty much everything.  We laughed even harder about that.

I feel a tiny bit bad but I haven't had a decent amount of time with my kids in three weeks partially due to the lazy assistant manager.  No wonder I'm fucking aggressive.  The guy is dead weight and if he quits he'll have a harder time dinging the company for unemployment.  Sad but true and on that viciously angry note... I'm going to have a drink and read my kids a book.  I hope they remember me.