fuck this job.com

So yesterday was payday at Motel Hell. Since I pissed everybody off on Monday, I waited until 7pm last night to pick up my check so I wouldn't be forced to converse with The Whorebag and her minions. Her son was hanging out at the front desk, but I don't think he saw me. I grabbed my envelope and fled, and didn't even look in it until I got to the bank. Lo and behold, there were TWO checks inside. The full one owed me and one for the last three days I worked (which was in a new pay period). Guess they don't want to see me again. Yeah. Pardon me while I go cry a big fucking river of horsetears over that.

Dear Bitch,

Today was my last day in your shitty hole of a motel. No more of your cunty, ungrateful demands, no more having to pick up the slack because your Golden Girl missed yet another shift. No more listening to Miss Motormouth at the front desk and no more cleaning up after old people who shit the bed and missed the damn toilet, and drunk people's fucking puke. Most of all, NO MORE STEALING MY TIPS! God, I hate you, you evil shitbag whore. Burn in hell.

With intense loathing,
Kadoka