She's getting ready for work now. Five more days until her vacation. She needs it.
I watched her at work on Tuesday and wow... let me tell you. Her co-workers are FUCKED UP!
This large, bald whiny gentleman was working with her on Tuesday. He has a very generic name, what was it... Tom? Bob? John? Eh, not that it matters anyway.
So this ratty looking gentleman walks in, and from what I hear he looks similar to a homeless guy who comes in always harassing the customers for change and to use their cell phones. Her store manager had made orders that this man was not allowed in the store and the other managers were instructed to ask him to leave upon his arrival.
He came up to the counter, asked her manager to change out a dollar, and he instructed the vagrant to leave.
This was not the same vagrant.
Tom...Bob... John...whatever... apologized to the gentleman and proceeded to change out the dollar. For the rest of the night, however, she suffered with his misunderstanding and pondered for the rest of the night about "oh no, what if they think I'm a racist."
I know she did not have the scrote to say something about this but I understand why. Her working situation is already awkward enough. Let alone feeding the fire of an insecure 34 year old man who, instead of facing his problems, would rather stand behind the counter, crying, in fear of being considered a racist.
An exchange of comments flowed between she and Tom... Bob... John... whatever, leading to him claiming that "she doesn't know guilt" (where she replied quite hastily and without consideration [not that she feels bad about it]) and he also started giving her grief about her depression issues and such... I could tell that she was hurt.
I can tell that the girl needs out of that place.
Eh... It makes for interesting stories on my part, I guess.
Have a good day.