I’ve had a really shitty afternoon/evening. It began with the bullshit surrounding a Facebook Marketplace purchase I was going to make for a king-size bedroom furniture set. The furniture is used and I was all set to pick it up when the seller suddenly demanded a 50% deposit. Yeah fuck that! I am not going to do that so the seller can steal my money. It was the perfect set too. Denisse and I both liked it very much. I so badly wanted this furniture so Denisse could be comfortable and have a dresser all to herself. But no, the universe had other plans and I am not going to get that bedroom set.

This just triggered me being angry and I forgot to schedule my paratransit ride for tomorrow. This means even more money out of my pocket. I became pissed that I cannot afford a car. It just went downhill from there. Then the slovenly security guard that I relieve left the desk a mess and didn’t take his own trash out. I fucking hate lazy, dirty-ass security guards. I get coming in and doing the minimum. I come into work doing the minimum. But my behavior does not effect my colleagues. I still consider them and wouldn’t leave the place a mess for them.

And to top it all off, I have to be relieved by a guard that’s notorious for coming in late. I am no longer clocking out on time for him to come in 10 minutes late. Fuck. That. Shit. I am clocking out only when he comes in and when asked for a reason, I am going to simply write, “My relief was late.” My fucking employer can pay out the goddamned overtime for all I care. After all, I am just a whore to them so they can make all of the money off of my hard earned work and return scraps. Yeah, I am done doing more than the minimum.

It’s well worth spending an extra $15.00 a month for a dedicated work cell phone so I can turn it off when I am not on the job. I am not going to come in for overtime. Don’t fucking call me because the answer is no. I don’t care how pressed my employer is; doing my 40 hours and that’s it. If asked to stay over because my relief doesn’t show, that sounds like a “them” problem as it certainly is not my own.

So I have to deal with shitty, slovenly, and filthy co-workers and I couldn’t even get something nice for the woman that sticks by me no matter what. Fuck my life!