Yesterday I woke up, and I felt like shit. I got this cold that keeps coming and going. I feel good one day then like shit the next. Zicam is should a good cold remedy. I love that shit.
I went to get my paycheck at work, and then me, Ed, and Chris, the crew, went to McDonald’s. Fun shit. Throwing ketchup packets at eachother. I saw a chick from work there talking to someone. I didn’t say anything to her. The manager at that McDonald’s always fucks with me. She’s great. Like when I ask for ketchup she’ll be like ‘No.’ Then I’ll say ‘Pleeeeease’. It’s fun.
To the shit talking now. Fucking Winn-Dixie. This place that I work at is a fucking joke. They have over 1,200 stores in 12 states. They are a publicaly traded company on the NYSE, and it’s amazing just how much they suck. It’s their business. It’s horrible. They could fill in so many gaps and make themselves so much better, but they don’t. Ya know why? Because the managers don’t give a shit either. They’re just happy they’re a manager, they’re glad they don’t gotta do the shit that I do anymore. They don’t give a shit about making the store better. This new manager at my store… Jeremy. I happen to think he’s a cocksucker. He’s a young guy, and he tries to do a good job. But… He’s a horrible boss. A good boss will tell you when you do a good job, and when you do a bad job. He will be personalbe. He will say ‘Hey Matt’. Not just walk by you as if you’re just another Winn-Dixie drone. He likes to get on me about shaving my beard. It’s not my fault this cocksucker has beard envy. Company dress code is bullshit. I really truly believe that not one customer would give a shit about me having a small beard. It’s fucking stupid. I officially own the domain www.winndixiesucks.org. Some fucking cocksucker has winndixiesucks.com. It’s not even being used. It’s parked. Fucking pisses me off. I plan on making a nice anti Winn Dixie website. To deal with my hate for work. As soon as I turn 18, I’m looking for someone else. This job isn’t for me. I am way above it.